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....
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