There in the looking glass
he stands
his back to me...
a sign says kick me
kick me when I'm down
then kick me some more.
I break the mirror
shattering the illusion all is well
my mind
in pieces
Pieces together the fragments
of my pain
the edginess of my torment
cuts me deep
as I bleed darkness
on an empty page exorcising...
My daemons.
This is in response to Umbra's poem Demons to show she's not alone we all face our own darkness.
Mar 9, 2012
Mar 9, 2012 at 8:38 PM UTC
There in the looking glass
he stands
his back to me...
a sign says kick me
kick me when I'm down
then kick me some more.
I break the mirror
shattering the illusion all is well
my mind
in pieces
Pieces together the fragments
of my pain
the edginess of my torment
cuts me deep
as I bleed darkness
on an empty page exorcising...
My daemons.
This is in response to Umbra's poem Demons to show she's not alone we all face our own darkness.