Non-Erotic PoetryHouse of GlassI stand in a house of glass
Walls shattered at the slightest blow
Jagged edges across the top
Bits of glass litter the floor below
And yet the walls spring back-
I see a world to which I cannot go
Feet slashed and bloody, hands scarred, soul torn
Heart bruised and battered
Spirit to be mourned
A human being defeated
Yet fights another day
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