A Poem by Brian Kraklau

Down the hall and to the left.
I extended my arm towards the door.
i could feel my fingers 
Wrapping around the handle.
The unveiling of the bathroom floor
came into placid ceramic view.

Inside this solemn comfort
of what there is to know
of reality and her children,
my eyes caught with the gaze
of their own reflection.

The mirror could only speak 
of what it held in its eyes
shaking on the edge of its own being.
So I peered ever so deeply
far into these black pits
as if to get a quiet view
into my own bleeding heart.

Yet there was no coaxing 
any separated exotic truth
out from behind this mask
that had become my costume
for two strange decades
and what lies hidden
within the dark preludes 
of these shattered thoughts.

Poisoned by dreamy nightmares
from beyond any we could fancy.
Only to wake in the afternoon
with an odd sense of being lost
Waiting while these crazy thoughts
Continue to dance through the room. 

© 2015 Brian Kraklau

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Very intriguing! Bravo! You are an killer artist for sure. I hope you continue and do something with your talents. I mean like WOWZA! Beautifully written, couldn't stop reading it......more, more, more please. Kyam

Posted 8 Years Ago

Quite different often we think about ourselves

Posted 8 Years Ago

Hi Brian,
Sometimes what we think we know to be our firm and solid reality goes out of focus and we begin to question what is real and what things actually mean and also what is the actual point of everything. It's almost like having a moment of reverse clarity! Thankfully these moments, at least for me, are rare and fleeting.
Your poem is really well written, descriptive, great imagery and I enjoyed it.
I look forward to reading more from you.
Kindest regards, Debra

Posted 8 Years Ago

Isn't it spectacular? These kind of experiences are strictly human. And in 5 or 10 ten years, what will you see when you look in the mirror?

Posted 8 Years Ago

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Added on March 12, 2015
Last Updated on March 12, 2015
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Brian Kraklau
Brian Kraklau

Las Vegas, NV

just another human trying to analyze this reality from my own limited perspective. I'm here, there, and throughout each word i write. perhaps in time I could find myself within this mess. outside of t.. more..