Karma's Shattered Glass

I have reached the extent of hope,

And have lost all remaining faith

In my heart, for any human.

I am done!

The one who earned my love and lust

For all the past years of writ'

It seems, was not enough to keep

The heart I thought beat with mine.

Memories and pictures of a life

That woefully seem to be be now lived

By another, completely different soul,

Pass through my mind and thoughts.

These pictures form one, set, still frame

A sort of stained glass window.

These pictures tell the story of where

We began, but cannot tell how it ended.

Rather than allow the artist, Karma,

To complete the glass as one piece,

She has shattered the window

With her rage, she has destroyed it.

And as I attempt to cross over into

The next portion of my journey,

My path is strewn with the shards.

My feet just like my soul are bare.

Bloody and painful they walk together,

My soul and my feet across the glass.

Piercing and stabbing with every step;

Flesh ripping and lost blood with the attempt.

I must once again become something

That I both fear and long to become.

The reaper and the demon pour from within,

And accomplish things that I never could.

For the first time in my life, however,

The eyes of the demon will gaze upon

The one and only soul that was forbidden,

The soul of the only woman I ever loved.

But trust me when I tell you,

She has earned his admiration.