Standing in front <br />of my reflection- <br />vanished in plain sight <br />with audience in tow <br />buried beneath layers <br />of verbal daggers <br />trapped within walls <br />of tissue scarred deep <br /> <br />Locked in the present <br />is my dungeon of green- <br />memories past <br />a dropp of liquid warmth <br />my body aches <br />for a meal of compassion <br /> <br />A soul left to embark- <br />on a witch hunt of truth <br />seems sorrow resides <br />behind every door <br /> <br />Read my mind <br />tragedy or chilling comedy- <br />bits and pieces tumble <br />in vain from my lips <br /> <br />Even birds fly away <br />from my melancholy tune <br />entombed with whispers <br />of a forlorn song <br /> <br /> Smother me in relentless pain- <br />drown my heart in acid rain <br />kill what is left <br />buried deep inside <br />my life spins backwards <br />on this most sickening ride<br /><br />Robin Bennett<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-sad-reflection/
