Category : Poems

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Spiraling into an abyss 
of controlling emotion 
one that's undefinable at best 
Tearing me through a paradox of indecision

Metaphors are whisperd
Like the telephone game 
Every passing corner, a new voice
calling me from a darkened reflection 

Shattering a mirror
 pieces made from possible answers
 to unknown questions
Shoot at me cutting my skin

In the maze of my heart
Thousands of partial reflections 
Surround me
Walking across smooth lies and jagged truths 
I cut my feet 

Blood stained glass begins to swirl up around me
Flying back into its frame
The glass creates a mirror that surrounds me
Only then do I see my exit.