Green-eyed darkness swallows my thirsty sight
Walls in vain I beseech… for an escape site
Solemn prayers I murmur… answered by echoes of light
My glass… smiles with hope…dressed in rays so bright
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Yes your right about everyones glass getting shattered at some point. Its up to us to keep going utill we reach our dreams. Good write. May i invite you to read my poem Called, boy to a man.