Broken Mirrors

It's all blurry, I can't see,
The mirrors are shattered
All over the place.

How will I get out of here?
Lost in my own room...
I don't know who I am...

With bare feet I'm walking,
Leaving red footprints behind.
The pain is growing stronger,
Can't take it any longer.

The exit seems nowhere,
Can't see any walls to rest.
Too much blood is being lost,
Can't stand any more.

Shivering, Hugging the floor I found myself,
Finding it hard to breathe,
Can't find a reason to get up
And try to walk again.

The trace of my last steps,
Can prove to you I tried,
I'm swimming in red water,
I'll soon take my last breathe.



Poetry by krii
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Written on 2011-02-17 at 17:38

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John Ashleigh The PoetBay support member heart!
This is amazing - this takes dark art to a new level. And although odd to say - I really related to this. Very, very inspiring. I'd be interested to know why you wrote 'Broken Mirrors'. Thanks for sharing. -- Try and forget about the troubled mind. 5/5

Regards,
John.
2011-02-17