• amtorresauthor 16w

    The Jar

    It shattered and crashed
    What did I do?
    I threw it so hard
    What did I prove?
    Driven to tears
    Hardly in control
    Regretting with fear
    Wont patch it up.
    Meaning no harm
    The jar had its place
    From Brooklyn it came
    The only thing left.
    In shame I regret
    Losing control
    Forgetting its glass
    Or hoping somehow.
    That it wouldnt break
    As I did inside
    As something just snapped
    If only I can hide.

    A.M. Torres