A Small Light surrounded by a World of Darkness

A poem that combines dark elements with imagery.

Crimson Maple syrup

Slowly dripping down a mirror

Moving down the fractured reflections

Segmented by the cracks in the glass

An echo lost in a long busy tunnel

Crying out unheard and unknown

Trying to navigate the labyrinth of voices

To find someone that will listen

Scratches screeching down window glass

Trying to escape the imprisoning torment

Trapped in a glass music box

Notes of sadness and despair

Chained to the musical movement

Pain and agony always winding and repeating

Will the relentless play ever end to peaceful silence

My reflection instantly disappears

A light switch suddenly turned off

Now exists only time to think

A Small Light surrounded by a World of Darkness