Broken Glass

All my words are so much broken glass
that pleases me to sort in colored patterns,
child at play with unregarded trash
while grownups keep the toys that really matter.
Words won't break your bones, and flattery
gets you nowhere-- least, that's what they say
but words will cut you bone-deep, leave you shattered
gaping like a window into space.
Words can string you deep into the maze,
but aren't much help when comes to getting out:
true servants, evil lords, back-stabbing slaves,
gems that fall from maggot-riddled mouths.
Leaden weights that drag your feet through traps,
feathers that escape your eager clasp.

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