The glass hits the wall and shatters into bits and pieces
The fragments of one's broken life falls to the floor
The shards stay still and no one see's them
they're invisible, transparent, pellucid
They can't stand the relection in the mirror
Because there's nothing but cracks and deluded trust
When they look
But they aren't looking for that
They're seeking a parallel world
The one they want to live in
The one I used to search for
Because we're all broken and cracked
But I'm here
I'm reaching out
I had no one
'Till they brought me into a new world
A different emotional plane
Everything was bright blue's, yellow's, and green's
Nothing like the purple
I know what it feels like to be in the purple
It makes you feel as though you'll never escape
Stuck for life
Shackled to the darkness
Chained to the Pain
It may feel as though it's grip is there to stay
Always watching and waiting for the right time
To attack it's prey
And sometimes the darkness
Tries to lure you in
It could be so inviting
Because it's all we've ever known
But I'm here reaching out
No one was there for me
So, I want to be there for you
Before the pain takes you ways
Before it's to late
But it's no use
I've already lost you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brilliant, yet again. Vaguely reminiscent of Ellen Hopkins, impulse. You are so very talented.