mirror – Portrait of Em.

Ashes

A miserable night,
Tears amid solitude,

Silence of the heart,
Unheard scream stuck at the bottom of the throat,

Broken dreams
Too fragile kept,

Fragments too sharp to be collected
Left ignored
Reduced to ashes…

Written on 12 September 2017.

In search of lost time —
a moment frozen,
dropping sand, pouring water, steaming vapour,
a second to remember.

Cracked hourglass,
time moving backward,
a mirror universe.

Written on 19 December.
A remembrance of things past.

breeze amid the stagnant air
blowing through the floating hair
lightly slip by the ringing ear

pop

for life is too soon to be captured
too fast to hold
and too heavy to bear

when the days and nights are filled with nothing
but sheer despair.

Written on 21 Oct 2014.

Written on 7 November 2013,
On the truth-ness of words.

Wrinkles on the pretty mirror:
Who knows — about the underlying horror?

closed chamber
dimmed cigar
faded star
unhealed scar

The mirror of water
with its image hovers
and repeated over
over
and over
Yet covered
by the most pretty bloody flower…

Written on 18 September 2013.