The Mirror of Brokenness
All shapes & sizes succumb to its reign,
All ages, all youth, all old.
I scribble onto bleeding pages,
To build a mighty door.
Spelling out my escape word by word.
Carefully,
Or the edges might catch on.
Sshhh... The night is foreboding,
I hear them rising,
Cheers dying down as solitude comes to haunt..
I fail to forge the sword of bliss,
That might slay & save me from..
Everything that rattles me,
All outer fears, all layers of me..
My north star seems to have been,
Taken by the clouds, tonight.
As I continue stepping through eternal dark.
Help me God as I tiptoe through,
Carrying an annihilated mind & a seething heart...
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