The rest of me

I look around
And see the broken pieces of glass
The failure I have brought.

Tears in my eyes,
Blood in my hand,
Hope drains out of me
So does bleed my heart.
For the failure I have brought.

In the midst of the glass ,
A little soil is left,
Here I want to rest,
Rest for the rest.

Though a little is left,
A little life in me,
A little soil beneath,
All drained out
With the failure I have bought.

I want to rest ,
Rest for the rest of life
Rest for the rest of time.

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