Broken Glasses

The tale began with my trudge down the road.
Hidden faces piercing me; were I some sort of a show?
But I was broken, broken within my heart.
And so I realized too late,
but even before I could have realized, my glasses broke.

If I were to wear them,
would appear the people,
who imitated my friends.
But sculptures too erode; they're nothing anymore,
through my broken glasses.

I once sensed the feel,
were I lost in lost spaces;
for them I wasn't even real.
Nothing more I'll be, they still jeer at me,
while I wear broken glasses.

She did love me once,
such long time ago,
when times were not tense.
But breaking a pledge? That I shall never forget
while I wear broken glasses.

But still rose those whispers "It was you who never knew them"
Then I realized that all I see, I realized all I feel
is not reality; for hidden was the truth within.
Within the faces piercing,
for I saw these faces after my glasses broke.

In truth were they true friends,
merry tunes in silence of grief,
but late it is for amends!
The eroding gale, to see, I failed,
with my broken glasses.

Their wait was for one man,
one reminiscing recalled;
an old friend, a companion.
But I misjudged their smiles for scorn,
through my broken glasses.

Her love was so true,
only had I accepted,
alas I was cruel!
Am I even worth to be loved,
with my broken glasses?

The tale ended, when I had passed the road.
No stares pulling on me, as if I were all alone.
But I was broken, broken within my heart.
And so I realized too late;
that I should have taken off my glasses when my glasses broke.