Soliloquy for a Pane of Glass

My mother once told me that – as a baby
How I fell through a window pane
and about how there was no one to catch me
But another window pane.

And I fell through another windowpane
And I cut my side as I fell
And I fell through another windowpane
And I cut my hands and feet
And there was no one to catch me
Except for another windowpane
That tore my flesh to shreds
And the blood fell with my broken body
Through another window pane
That tore my body to shreds
And the broken glass mingled
With my pieces of cut body
That fell through another windowpane
Then another and another and another
Until I fell like rain upon another window pane
( that you were looking out of)
A torrential rain that broke the glass
And smashed through the window pane
That fell through another windowpane
Then another and another and another

And I’m glad that I’m not there today
In the city where the arrow falls
In the city, in Jerusalem
Where the arrows fall like rain from the sky
Where arrows pour dawn by day and night
And dip their heads in the blood and the dust
I feel safer outside of Jerusalem
I feel safer away from the city
And I feel better able to cope
With the debilitating wounds I already have
Away from the city, away from Jerusalem

Published by blackbird212012

I wish to develop as an artist songwriter.

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