My ReflectionA Poem by Spoken
I’m standing aside myself
beside I walk along the path
holding my cold shaking hand
“ it’s over here, turn left, up the steps-
steady now baby this is what its supposed to be “
gently stroking long flowing hair
cradling the baby in me
“it’s hard I know sweetie, but this is what was meant to be”
she lye along the bed
so drained and tired
limp body and tears
emotion leaking from lucent frail skin
baggy jeans tattered and stained
blood covers the shame of her shame
in the body she bares the weight of despair
sitting idly on her mind’s rocking chair
back and forth she topples over
I run to her, but every step pulls her further
Something’s got her by a string
rag doll effect
I watch in helplessness
as she flails around the room
thrashing and crashing full force into walls
I fear she’ll break through the window and shatter with the truth
she buries
shovel in hand in the cemetery of love and happy endings
all good things come to an end
all innocence it taken eventually
It’s a perpetual seed
steming out from poisoned leaves
we eat the leavings of another and let it nourish our endeavors
playful jesters become words to live by in a childs eye
none the wiser we’ve polluted our waters
and carried on our life line
a tethered frayed string reaching beyond its means
to sustain
each little fly away cut for release
I watch her scream
and know this is her fate
is she flying away from loves rope?
has she given up hope?
all I can do
is stare through
this reflection in the mirror
© 2008 SpokenFeatured Review
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2 Reviews Added on February 13, 2008 Last Updated on February 27, 2008 AuthorSpokenToto, KSAboutI am.. never the same. I am.. {fill in the blank} I am.. ! I am.. ? I could talk to you for hours about me.... and you'd walk away stratching your head. SOMETIMES YOU JUST .. more..Writing
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