Shard of Glass

He picked up a triangular shard of clean clear glass
A fist with fury, a sacrifice
Each point comprising a Trinity of reminders, the horrid thoughtssoon pass
To mention it, to do it, is the antitheses of sacrifice

Looking into the shard, he sees his ghostly reflection
Knowing one day, it will be the way
An object of trivial collections
From this side, by choice, he will veer away

The pieces of broken glass lie on the wooden deck
He walks on them heavily beyond the back door of life; blood abound
Wipes the sweat off the back of his neck
A vision of the future, when no one's around