Broken Windows

I saw it from a distance place.
Broken windows and in a stressful past.
The damage was old.
But the effect is fresh.

The windows shatter with the blast.
No where could I run or hide.
I knew it was near.
I would soon die.

I try without success to fix the broken windows.
No hammer or nails was enough.
My life must like the damage fixtures.
I guess life is not always smooth or rough.

Like so many shards laying around
No way to reconnect the pieces
Like stones of life have broken our lives.
Peace and love are the glue stitches.