Road of the Broken

The light from the sun dims to darkness

the reflection of myself vanishes

with every hope and dream I once held dear.

The broken mirror reflects my life,

the emptiness within this reflection

leaves me in confusion,

thought I had the answers 

but I guess I was wrong.

No matter how far I go

time passes me by

my world stands still

as for those around me

continue moving on.

The light the shown my path

have left me in darkness

loosing myself all over again,

paralyze I stay,

not knowing which road to take

all that I thought was right 

seems to be wrong.

The voice that once guided me

faded into silence,

silence grows louder

as the pressure on my chest increases.

The reflection of myself that I once knew

shattered right before me,

like the ground I walk upon

crumbles beneath my feet.

These eyes that looked back at me

I, not longer recognize,

who am I?

who am I?

The light the shown my path

have left me in darkness

loosing myself all over again,

paralyze I stay,

not knowing which road to take

all that I thought was right 

seems to be wrong.

No hand to hold on to,

another broken story to be told,

the tears will flow,

I cry out for someone to save me,

wishing for my serenity,

though it feels like it's just a fantasy.

The light the shown my path

have left me in darkness

loosing myself all over again,

paralyze I stay,

not knowing which road to take

all that I thought was right 

seems to be wrong.

am I wrong?

Reviews

[Chris]

Questioning our "now" is a sign of becoming of age. Seems everyone accepted their status quo until they learned to change what their eyes and mind focused upon. We are human, we're flawed, we're "complicated" - we're REAL. We have hearts and we hurt, we care and sometimes it just ain't enough ...to change what is around us - but sometimes it IS ...enough... to know we tried.