Standing in front
of my reflection-
vanished in plain sight
with audience in tow
buried beneath layers
of verbal daggers
trapped within walls
of tissue scarred deep
Locked in the present
is my dungeon of green-
memories past
a dropp of liquid warmth
my body aches
for a meal of compassion
A soul left to embark-
on a witch hunt of truth
seems sorrow resides
behind every door
Read my mind
tragedy or chilling comedy-
bits and pieces tumble
in vain from my lips
Even birds fly away
from my melancholy tune
entombed with whispers
of a forlorn song
Smother me in relentless pain-
drown my heart in acid rain
kill what is left
buried deep inside
my life spins backwards
on this most sickening ride
Robin Bennett
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-sad-reflection/
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