Mirror Image

I sit a shattered image of myself As if a mirror slammed into the concrete The wish for bliss My drive to survive Still yet the ambient clouds and radiant Light of day pulls me from my safe haven My wonderland Now tormented by nightmares that devour My once lustrous dreams Shackling my imagination to a plummeting Meteor that I cannot escape from; No space to breathe Speaking from my soul to yours Becoming faint As you draw further away Monday through Sunday and I hope For today to be when you return, as Tomorrow begins today has ended And I know you have not returned, Thursday, Saturday and my faith in you Dwindles As I hope for contact; a call a word Anything to show your intentions, And you return unaltered, untouched By the time apart as thoughts begin To overpower my once spirited Consciousness... ...Shattered and dieing... ...Shattered and living....