Your Reflection/Your Reality

Your Reflection/Your Reality

A Poem by Silently waiting

You lay on the ground,
Weeping like a babe,
Until your eyes cannot bear the weight,
You sleep,
You dream of a room,
A room of glass,
A dark room with blood on the floors.
Sitting alone in a dark room,
Seeing yourself all around,
What way is up?
What way is down?
You call out into the dark,
"Is anyone there?"
The only reply is your cold shaking echo.
The darkness engulfs you,
Though you can still see yourself,
You touch the wall,
Your picture is so distorted,
You can barely tell it's you.
As your hand runs across the cold glass,
Your hot crimson blood runs down.
The face you see,
You know is your own,
But you cannot recognize yourself.
You awake from your dream,
The blood is still there,
But no longer are you in the room.
You are in a white room,
With your mom at the bedside,
Your wrists and hands are bandaged.
You feel woozy,
The room is spinning,
A tube goes up your nose.
You know what you did,
Though you don't dare admit it,
You tried to get away.

© 2013 Silently waiting

Author's Note

Silently waiting
Another rambling of the first things on my mind, please be kind.

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I love the imagery in this

Posted 9 Years Ago

Silently waiting

9 Years Ago

Thank you.

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