A Broken Mirror

Expression of feelings. Experience following a devastating loss.

A Broken Mirror

All that has been left of me,

Since you left for a destination unknown,

Is a house in shambles,

Stationed in the middle of which,

Stands a mirror,

Broken and torn.

Holding within it,

Myriad images, legion facsimiles,

No menage, not one face wonted,

Tenebrosity, melancholy and desolation,

Not a speck of light.

Only an incoherent and impassive profusion of imagery,

Tangles of disengaged and disparate chunks of memory,

Some from the faraway and irretrievable,

Few from the not so distrait erstwhile.

I endeavor to see myself,

And all that I get,

Is an image contorted,

The features deranged,

I wonder how much have I,

Since your departure, changed?

The eyes appear pallid and ashen,

A squall in making,

A yowl out of the clouds in the eyes,

Only it's gonna be a dry one,

All the brooks, all the rivulets,

Have over the time, parched and dried.

And whatsoever happened to the jollity on the face,

That was once so vivacious and coruscating,

With exhilaration and glee,

With its hues tapped and extracted,

Looks like leaf fallen off a tree.

How unsuspecting of me,

How benighted to have conjectured,

For time to have stopped the oozing out of the exsanguinating wounds,

That time alone had given,

Since when had the donors to a hurt,

Started playing the healers?