Hard to love the world

Shattered glass strewn haphazard in dusty piles of lost opportunities
Kneeling amidst the wreckage
Scraped knees, hunched shoulders
Unseeing eyes staring blankly, unfocused, half-closed
The audible sound of pounding heart
Thump thump
Thump
Thump thump
Interspersed with ragged breathing
Each inhale shorter than the one before
Each exhale accompanied by watery gasps
A keening, half-sob
Half-resigned sigh
Reach down to pick up a larger piece of glass
Fingers sliced open on the unexpectedly sharp edges
Grasp the piece tighter in reflex
Lifting the piece in an outstretched hand
It resembles nothing more than a dirty mirror
Blood dripping down weakening fingers
My reflection superimposes over the view behind the glass
A broken, dirty world
Tattered remains of a once blossoming society
Greed and selfishness run riot until what was once beautiful
Lies in ruin
But my reflection still exists
Because somehow I still exist
The reflected image melting into the imagined world behind tired eyes
What fleeting love I previously held for humanity
Running in rivulets down my arms along the blood pooling from weakened fingers
I lay my head down on the ground
Shattered glass mixing with sweat and tears
Salty mixture pooling beneath my head
Closing my eyes
I reach for sleep
Maybe in dreamland I can love again