leaving sickly trails of red
Across
My
Hands
The more I try to hold my past
The more it breaks apart
I
Am
Gone
The echoes of myself
Fall to pieces
Who
Was
I?
The only thing left whole is a mirror
Inside is a reflection of my younger self
Distorted
And
Warped
I cannot tell if it is the mirror or the child
That has broken
* Recommended as a Daily Read by Stargirl! To recommend daily reads, message S.Reid on the site.
- CharlieDraughn's blog
- Sprout
- Log in or register to post comments
Sawyer Fell
Sep 12, 2022
this poem struck such a deep chord in myself and i thank you for releasing something so vulnerable to the site. i enjoy the imagery as it emphasizes the phrases even more and paints a vivid picture in my mind. good work!! :)
i have a vision of what i want to do but the picture is too blurry and i can never remember to clean my glasses.