The Looking Glass (standard:poetry, 218 words)
Author: kissofthehungry	Added: May 26 2005	Views/Reads: 3350/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
The cruelty of family's love can make or break you.

Swimming in the shadows that blanket my mind 

Torrid whispers of affairs of the imagination 

Haunting the screams that are silent in my throat 

Kept like caged butterflies in glass bottles 

That break into a thousand pieces 

Piercing shards of fractured glass 

That cut my feet into bloodied ribbons 

Leading red footsteps to the cave of wonders 

Where death lingers in his emptiness 

Offering the truth that has no base in reality 

Yet I welcome that kiss that drowns my thoughts 

And leaves me curled in a fetal ball 

Sobbing for the mother that hurt most of all 

Giving birth to me, she grasped a future for us both 

Where anger and grudges held strong 

And broke the sanity that held the world 

In a delicate embrace that could shatter 

With a single, painful uttered word. 

I can never forget, never forgive 

The madness that was planted in my mind 

A seed that grew into a choking vine. 

Love is strong, it never dies 

Yet love can kill all that thrives 

With the brutality of caring and smothering 

Punished for being the one that I was 

The rage will live forevermore 

Encased in my glass looking ball 

Where I see my shadows dancing in a masquerade 

A charade, my truth and my lies 

My damnation, my salvation... dashed.


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