Cradle me broken
with an air despair
awaits me as I look
into mirror’s glare.
***
Aloft a thought it
flows up to a hell;
shattered glass cut
my feet they swell.
***
I punch glass break
it is upon the floor;
onward I do endure
what I can’t ignore.
***
I’ll not be so bitter
nor cursing version
that shallow lauch
anger’s perversion.
***
Twist to hear truth,
the fabric of peace,
in my heart often I
empathy don’t speak.
***
I wander to places
inside me to erase
my judgement red
I strive to dissipate.
***
I’m cold outward I
feel deep a despair,
my crypt consumes,
follows everywhere.
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