Shattered Pieces

In shattered pieces on the floor

I gazed upon the massive door

I heaved upon the blistered knees;

with bloodied fists took hold of a burning tree.


Burning, burning crosses and tangled tongues.


With broken voice I begged the truth

She spoke around her haggled tooth

And showed me a land of filling promise.

What land can pierce my blistered solace?Fireplace