Shattered Glass….

 

They created illusion for themselves

Living out their fake lives

Even as the noose tightened

With each passing day

He, in his fast car

And skimmed funds

He ran from the drug Lords

They are fast on his tail.

—–

She lived hers in the bottle of illusion

Where all was illuminated through her languid gaze

Fake, starry aura induced

From needle pricks

That zig-zagged

Through her veins

Until the glass fell

And shattered in the cold silence.

—–

Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

Fake,Β The Daily Post Prompt

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24 thoughts on “Shattered Glass….

  1. Those last lines “when the glass fell and shattered in the silence” are very powerful. They are an end to these lives of people who chose the wrong roads to go down. Effective how on the end their is silence. Wonderful job writing this poem.

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