Mosaic

I remember the image
Of the bathroom floor.
Mosaic of razorblades,
The chains of regrets,
The pain one forgets -
Lighting the stained glass.

Tears decomposed in a moor
Whispers of the lost amours,
Red bubbles on the bathroom door,
Eyelids, the lands of the poor;
Injuries cut wildy, to the core -
Illuminating the stained glass.

I can still go through
The same rusted door,
And feel the same feelings,
In every awakened pore -
The bathtub has no more ceilings.
Slowly dissipating, then gone,
One by one...

And one by one fears
Are flowing around,
after all these years.
The crippled eyes
And screams of a child -
Echoes in the sink,

Never wanted to be found,
These feelings in a blink.
But as I turn my back, alas!
Crying voices from the past,
Are fading on the stained glass.

Reviews

[Steven]

'The crippled eyes
And screams of a child--
Echoes in the sink'

Powerful..

[zainul]

Wonderful piece

[Sami Khalil]

A beautiful mosaic ...

Those details are good. Photographic memory here. I love that. Dark yet very clever. As the mosaic can lay down in colorful pieces, just fixed to be fit well. Nice write!

[Michael Opoku-Addo]

Dark, interesting and clever piece. Well done!

[Chris]

There are a lot of echoes held within mirrors...
sometimes we escape, and other times?
we never even had a clue we needed to ...escape.

[Forest Green]

Bottomless...the fall seems so threatening in your poem. Is it a real life? Or a poetic illusion...

Frightening...

[Divinity Sleeps in This]

"The bathtub has no more ceilings". Are you kidding me? Very psychadelic line, terribly impressive. Like always, I just wish you wrote more...

[WILDERNESS]

it felt like one was there. I hope no one was there and that its only a poem.......
superbly written............

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Whispers of the lost amours, Red bubbles on the bathroom door.........The bathtub has no more ceilings.........Echoes in the sink,.........fading on the stained glass......wonderfully dark piece.