The glass breaks
The pieces fall
One by one
Catch them all
Watch them travel
To the floor
With each touch
Grow some more
My life in
Pieces, shattered bits
Each passing day
Lose my wits
Gaze into the mirror,
its smooth and shiny glass.
See the reflection,
perfectly accurate
Watch the stone
break the surface
Stare, as you slowly
fall into pieces
Tongues of deception
Tongues of betrayal,
Blown-off by intelligence
Cause the heart
To throb and bleed
Cause heavy tears
To splatter and fall
Upon a bleeding heart.
Leap from
rooftop to
rooftop,
but don’t
look down
below.
All you’ll see
is cement
waiting
for you
to fall
down.
I fall face first
I hit the ground
I get back up
Am pushed back down
I scrape my knees
I get all bruised
I’ve lost my strength
There’s nothing to lose
Every day,
I paint my face.
Trying desperately
to hide myself
from others' eyes.
Not wanting them to see
the flaws that
in reality
make me, me
I hang my feet
over the edge
I stare at my reflection
I want to let go,
but still hold on
for reasons undetected
I long to see
just who I am
my face, without deception
I need the world to see
inside of me
have my being dissected
When death did pass
By me I swear
I saw my reflection
Sitting there
Then death, or I, did
Speak to me
That I should come
Aboard with thee
I climbed the carriage.
Yes, its true,
Because I knew not
What to do.
I smiled gently and
Laughed a bit
For death, I thought,
Would be less quick.
The carriage stopped
Again, you see.
I turned to look
At Death or me.
But when I looked,
I saw instead
My life, my past
Before the dread.
I saw the things
I loved the most.
I looked, through tears,
For Death, my host.
I could not find
Death anywhere.
All I could do
Was sit and stare.
I watched with
memories of delight.
And regretted much
My hasty flight.
