Seeing red, internally I scream
As the mirrors surround me.
The gleaming light gouging out my eyes,
Makes me see things I didn't first realize.
I'm trying to live and to grow
Figuring things that I didn't know.
Mirrors around, mirrors down,
Mirrors up, drowning out the sound.
The glass pierces through
Cutting the parts that I dread
But needed to be said.
It's one of those things where you cross a line
Not realizing it had been crossed until you have been burned.
STAI LEGGENDO
The Dying Poet's Dream
PoesiaGo on an adventure with me through words, landscapes, and dreams. Sail beyond your landscapes and follow your own compass to the beat of your own drum. Follow me through the woods and adventure to the great beyond.
