My Poetry.

Society
A glass wall
too separate two words,
bound within a fragile package;
the mind of a child.

Terror changes the weather
from vibrate blue, and sun shiny yellow,
to dismissal gray,
obsidian undertones, and muddy river browns.

How can so much fit
into some so..Small,
insignificant?

In someone who wears bruises made glasses,
dressed up in split lips wearing rags
of broken bones.

A fissure, appearing in the glass
A crack that spreads,
widens.
Bringing it all to a crashing crescendo of tears and heartbreak.

Diamonds and blood rain down on a
child's fantasy,
a rain of adult knowledge.

Plants wither and die
seeds of doubt,
a dark shadow crippling the soul,
killing dreams and infecting with
Greed.

The fragile shield has
Busted into flames, flooding the child's mind with
unwanted images of lust and massacres.

And, you know what?
It was all your fault.

Nice poem. It is emotionally inspiring. As for my critique, some of your lines should be broken up into two. I think that is about it on my end.

wow. That's some really powerful stuff. Nicely done. I do agree with Seer about the lines, though. The extra long one's are a bit distracting.

Thank you! I enjoy writing poetry and have a lot that will, most likely, be placed up here. The reason the lines are extra long are they are the ones that, when writing it, I felt where most important- even though they don't seem it.