He smashed his knuckles
into the bedroom mirror
screaming,
his voice echoing
out into the oblivion
he hoped to conquer

He was held hostage
but he couldn't find the ropes
that tied him down
so he shattered everything else

I watched
fear
like a jolt of high voltage
Knowing I would have to hold
the vision
of the ****** shards
in silent indignation

I can't find any artistry in this
I can't find it poetic
and there is only violence
no beautifully tragic dimension

Forgetting is not easy
It will never be easy,
but I know.

Take this, hurry
this is
what I have saved
for so so long
please take it
from me