Reflection
Staring into an empty mirror, where my reflection should be.
A dark and cold, empty room is all that my eyes can see.
Pondering what is happening I close my eyes and count to ten.
Now nothing is what I see.
A future unforseen, years past and souls lost,
leaving behind pleanty of shattered dreams.
The mirror is a symbol, a window into my soul.
Where memories float, feelings linger, and experiences fortify my being as a whole.
My situation is like a constant near death experience, yet longer lasting and so much worse.
Shit that happened in the past, plays in front of me like a movie.
The only difference is theres no dramatisms, this shit is oh so real.
The same pain I fealt back then, courses through my body,
The funny thing is back then certain events were so crazy they seemed to be surreal.
Not now, for that matter not then.
Till this day I grow numb, waiting for old wounds to mend.
After a while I start to warm up, and see my reflection again.
I guess its my soul, tellin my mind that one of those old wounds completed to mend.
and my spirit made peace with ghosts from my past.
