poem 3

im not a writer of rhyming poetry, not because i dont like it, i love it actually, im just not very good at it, honestly. But here is one that i wrote that i like very much.... i hope you guys like it.... and sorry for all the post at once... just trying to give you guys a view of what i see in my heart and feel in my mind.

Endless light upon broken glass
My life is shattered, turned to ash
Never to walk, never to talk
Bought my death by the stalk
Cheap as it was, not enough to be paid
My soul unused, I had to stay
In the room i viewed my life
I saw everything from kids to wife
Yet nothing can stop Im sure
I want this over, Im no longer pure