A monster's reflection is what I see
In every room across the hall
This is what It's done to me
Shatter, cover, break, hide from them all.
Every minute, second, hour, day,
I see the writing on the wall,
I could have turned the other way,
Shatter, cover, break, hide from them all.
In the closet, under the bed,
Short, fat, skinny, or tall,
Maybe It's all in my head,
Shatter, cover, break, hide from them all.
They tell me I don't have Time,
No time, no time, no time to stall,
Not enough for one more rhyme,
Shatter, cover, break, hide from them all.
Little little room bare of any me,
Take some time make the call
I can't...can't...I just can't see
So I broke all the Mirrors down the hall
YOU ARE READING
Darkened Souls: First Collection
PuisiForty-five poems I've written over the past year. Some are dark, some are happy, some are sad. Enjoy, vote, comment, share.
