I woke up
Turned on the light
I walk away with bloody hands
I go into the bathroom and wash away
The pain of everyone hurting me
I wrapped up my hands
Walked out the front door
The street lights explode
After I walk under them
I sit down in the blackened world
Everyone sleeping in their cozy beds
I go down to the end of the street
There is a car that shines the headlights
The car freezes right there and does not move
I touch the car
It knocks me back and I black out
I wake up and it’s morning
The shattered bulb is not shattered
I look at my hands and they are not cut
It was just a dream
And the blackened world is all light
Until I dream again.
Thomas Henderson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shattered-light/
