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Little Mirrors
Reflection catches
My guilt .
I lose the trust
In whatever , God, I pray too.
I need a release ,
I need to take the seat
I need to Stare back at Me.
Eyes opening a grave.
Don't won't to Be IN THE WAY.
I'm red, in chains
Im Covered ,
In dirt
Unburied Me slowly.
I'm the abuser of me ,
I'm gonna
Shatter
this mirror !
Can I pick up the Pieces?
throw them into a lake,
or let the river take it downstream .
Devil knew it will REPEAT
If I didn't , settle this quickly.
A man,
Falling off the horse.
That came from hell.
I'm the devil,
Who didn't see my Burns,
until I pointed yours out.
Shattering the mirror of me in pieces
Falling all around my feet
looking at those little old pieces ,
How its still, taunting me!
Trying to scare me .
Little pieces of Defeat.
Little pieces of shame .
Little pieces that was stain.
Little pieces of ed up old me .
Guilty Distorted image remains
haunting me.
I forgive the pieces
That was once me
I pray as the reflection stares back,
Mirror intact with a crack and missing piece .
So, I won't forget that
shattered mirror that once was me.
Copyright ©
John Diket
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