Fractured Reflection

Fractured Reflection

A Poem by Sanctuary Dementia

Looking into the fractured mirror

Staring into closed empty eyes

Seeing nothing shining there

Except the old broken rusted cries

The leading passageway into open scars

With the bleeding flood of removing pain

Tugging inward trying to close those doors

And leave only the blood flowing in the rain

Building and building to drown out my heart

Yet ripped and torn held close by the thorns

Feeling nothing inside, the light is dark

Yet experiencing every area that’s tattered and torn

That smiles darkly over the mirror in my mind

Which screams at me as it rips into my reflection

The wish to escape deep within myself

So that perhaps I would, for the world, feel no affection

© 2011 Sanctuary Dementia


Author's Note

Sanctuary Dementia
I hate looking at myself in the mirror, I know that its me, yet I always whisper "Is that really me?" Sometimes I wish I could turn myself inside out...at least I know the inside better than I know my outside

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Added on April 19, 2011
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Misery is one of my nicknames, it at one point all that I was for both myself, as well as for those around me. I was vile, I was cruel, and I do stil retain the ability to be as such, but Ive learned .. more..

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