in somber reflection

sometimes I crawl into the cracked mirror,

and watch myself cry from the other side.

 

every time,

it’s like witnessing my life-long home

bathed in violent flame

 

warped family memories,

melted plastic accomplishments,

and the blackened bones

of what I once

labeled: “important”

 
reach with trembling skinless hands

and

scream ash-tongued pleas

for help

 

but, there are no sirens

in the distance,

no mourners wailing my name

through black veils,

no help coming

 at all

 

just me

watching me

burn down

 

this must be how

God feels

every day

Reviews

[Brad]

agree with ed, stopped me dead...especially that last line!~

[Ed Hart]

you always stop me in my tracks; sometimes you paralyze

[Pretty Faces Split Open]

This is excellent. The last two stanzas are punch-in-the-jaw amazing.

[...]

This one is really amazing!
I enjoyed this, loved the ending!

[John Jackson (El Juero)]

An out of body experience...expertly imparted.

[Robin]

through each and everyone of us ...

[Kenneth The Poet]

Thoroughly Nietzschian in its outlook.