Glassed Feet

Glassed Feet

Your strong, you stand up, now the shards

digress from your knees, to your  feet, to your hands,

and again to your knees, your are eyes are a lantern,

 a flash-light and we're stepping, left, right and simply repeating the process.

You'd think it hard to sleep or live on a ground of glass 

and yet we still persist.  like climbing 

a ladder with no rungs, your feet keep stepping 

in anticipation of a rung to boost yourself, to 

make it the top of the ladder, you realize theres nothing there

but you still keep trying to step up.

Like an assembly line, the parts just keep being assembled

cchlunk, cclunk, cclunk.

Like cars on a highway, going east and west, 

all having somewhere to be, but simply stick to their schedule, nothing more.

Like turning on a broken light to brighten the room.

nchkt ,nchkt, nchkt.

You know it won't turn on but you keep thinking it'll magically replace itself.
like waking up in the morning, you wake up knowing 
you have to go back to sleep. 
You try to walk in the dark, glass covered  room,
unmercifully, you begin to wonder, and 
then you get side-tracked by the shards in your feet.