3 years, Posion Free

The green shards scattered like ants;
as angrily as they were frantic
catching the sun like emerald gems stones
smashed in the driveway,
along with broken hearts
cuffed, fighting, wriggling,
as if en-route to slaughter
freedoms dashed, anger glowing like a red sun,
privacy obliterated, on display like a hooker’s pride
catching the sparkle in the devil’s eye.
I didn’t like Chardonnay
Would I have thrown Pinot Noir…..
perhaps?
Some lesson’s come hard
when the oath you take
is the promise,
to find the real you?