Inside the Crystal Ball
inside the crystal ball
my face is distorted, my life unreal
inside the crystal ball is the prison
of what I feel
reflections and rejections
prisms of colors varied and clear
inside the crystal ball are eternal voices
of mirrored echos I hear
nightmares and daydreams
revolve, spinning in waves of sounds
the crystal ball breaks and the glass sphere
crumbles, tumbling down
fluid spills across the matter
and washes my face clean of its design
all the world is turning while I lose
my demented mind
tell me of the future
tell me of the past
tell me of the the present
in the jagged mirrored glass
warped in the light of star deaths
swallowed into the black hole
down into the void of vastness
you will not hear the scream as I go
for all is mute and darkened
and the crystal ball is nothing but sand
lying in the hell of depression
lost in the silence of this empty lonely land.
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2008-10-07 at 00:57
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