Shattered Mirror

Take my words. 

 

Warp them. 

 

Pry them from my fingertips,

Yank them from my lips,

 

My throat,

 

Rip them from my mind.

 

It feels like I'm falling,

Like I am 

 

Falling

 

Into madness, 

Because

 

When my reflection moves

While I stand in the still air,

 

Or when the breathing in the night

Is not mine

 

(And I live alone)

 

I find that the voices

In my head 

Don't sound the way

They 

 

Always

 

Do, and they have new

Names.

 

They cry out in terror,

"She's Bored! She's Bored!"

 

Although I have learnt to hoard

My stubborn feelings, wild as they are. 

 

I keep them locked up in a chest.

 

But your touch trickles down my spine,

Breath hot against raised flesh,

Flush with passion, 

 

Desire.

 

You trace spirit patterns

Across my skin.

 

Playing your cards close to your vest

While stealing away my every breath,

 

But

 

I'll love you still while haunting

All your sleepless wanting nights,

 

The ones where

 

I grow resentful of my cage,

Sleek white bones that circle,

 

Entrapping and binding,

Long grace reduced to 

 

Unsteady 

Steps

 

And 

 

Vanished 

Depth.

 

I paint my lie, a life,

Onto my face daily,

 

My brush dripping with paint

As it hangs from my hands,

Pigment

 

Pooling

 

Among the grass and dirt

While my mind,

 

Unusually blank,

 

Struggles to conjure an image,

Or words.

 

 

9inety's picture

there is an art to writing poems.

And you are an artist. Conversely, there is an art to reading and reciting poems, I read this poem, I read it silently first, then I recited the words out loud, I spoke them tranquilly, then, I said them with a deep voice full of meaning...When we grasp meaning in its full context we see and feel moments much clearer... "freedom", lies within our own mind, it is a word... no more, no less, it is merely letters and syllables connected to meaning... My voice is different than your own but we both seek meaning in our own relationship to freedom.

 

Peace

Dylan


"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"

Dylan Eliot