I see a mirror,
me gazing back to myself.
The images real n fake,
how true my inner soul is,
Filled with fallasy and self-giving.
Crystal clear my reflection,
hooked in d past,
moving towards the future,
hampering my present and,
overlooking my mindless feelings.
How gibberish are those ideas,
as long as we keep saying,
whether they really work?
Again I see a mirror,
me gazing back to myself.
I look around,
and see fences of questions.
I answer them,
and see barricades of suppression.
I crush them,
and see palisade of haunting hands.
I broke them,
and see frontier of eager eyes.
I surpass them,
and see stumbling blocks.
I confine myself,
and see nothing!!!!!!!!
The lights are dim,
the colours fading.
A soul being extracted,
and a silent scream.
Dragging the lifeless,
and my selfless being.
Handed the leftovers,
which once made me.
The likeness for black,
a bend towards jazz.
Liberating the limits,
a falacy that could’nt have me.
The shunting doors,
a thirst of breath,
eye lids dropping,
the approaching death.
Fear of evils,
and the gloomy face,
a thorny path,
a bed of blades.
Sana's 