My Sad Reflection Poem by Robin Bennett

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