Shattered

Poem about lost beauty and youth

A glass flower, the perfect prize,
To a beauty that would never end,
A beauty kissed, a smile from friends,
She was a sight for painful eyes.

Opaque,
And glistening, and perched
so delicately on a forgotten shelf.
The shine fades, dust settles,
and shattering becomes ambitious.

Awake,
And listening, and searched
For once by a forgotten self.
A wine craze, just mettle,
unflattering, to be capricious.

Break,
Its christening, it lurched,
Made silent sounds of crashing delf,
A mind made, shards of petals,
Scattering, both dead and vicious.

A glass flower, the perfect prize,
To a beauty that would never end,
Or so they wished, they'd all pretend,
It worked until the glass' demise.