Piker Press — Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
April 27, 2026

Shards of hollow glass

Poem.

Shards of hollow glass
surround me -- stop me
spinning of chaotic events
silence me

tired of constant pain
tapping out messages
trembling in my soul
taunting me

quiet my heart
quench my thirst
quicken the clocks ticking
quivering me

wanting to challenge
waiting to change the horrors
watching frozen in space
why me?

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