The jagged edge of crippled glass falls to the floor
Which way is out? Where is the door?
Broken pieces litter the ground
Hidden behind a mirror I can't be found
I stare from the other side
In another world, in another universe
With ripped skin blood is applied
What could be worse?
Disfigured and beaten clear pieces scatter back
With one split another one appears, just one crack
Unique with every tear another story is told
Glass can be beautiful but it can be defective
Young, but old
Glass is held captive
Blood licks the glass edge and stains the reflection
As the glass makes a puzzle on the floor
And with every break the pain deepens
And with all the blood and the pain everything is still ignored
Glass is fragile
And can be painful
Unseen words are written in clear
Words in fog they only appear
Written across glass
Written on skin
With every pain the words do not pass
They only begin
A story written on broken glass
Scattered round the room
With every word the pain does not pass
The pain only blooms
Every minute another glass shatters
With it all the pain
That's stains
The story won't be told
But read through chapters
YOU ARE READING
Tortured Mind~ Poems~
PoetryThis is a poem book with an eerie twist to the holidays and seasons. Bringing you deep into the chilling secrets of winter and the hot deceptions of summer.
