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My Realm
of Mirrors
Reflections of my hidden self
Echo and reverberate
On worn cobblestone streets,
Shiny from a mournful rain.
Heels click a hollow sound.
Life’s eternal fabric
A textured, multi-colored tweed
Is a living, breathing tapestry
Strengthened by the storms
Of heartbreak and broken dreams
Impossible to ignore
Are the shrieks of gold and red
Joy and sorrow woven tightly together
Memories locked underneath my thoughts
Freed only in my deepest slumber.
The many threads concealed
Fuels the keen to discern their secret meanings
And discover, in heady revelation
The very traits I need to alter
Replicated in those around me.
In Search of my Neverland
I stand alone, accused and condemned
Without a single defender in a kangaroo court
A wreath of wounds adorn my throat
A bloody keepsake of your 'undying love' for me.
Only my betrayer knows
The truth behind the web of lies
Black widow spider with hidden venom
A tall tale expertly spun to do the bidding
At these crossroads, I pause and ponder
Questioning not to stay or flee
But which of the four winds I shall follow
In desperate search of my
destiny.
I leave in my wake all who know me
Though it shreds my soul to leave my loves
The moon overhead, my whispering
guide
Into the mists
I run swiftly; but have no fear...
I will find my Neverland.
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Sociopath
You must have been born with a stone in place
of a heart
Or perhaps
feelings had been beaten out of you at a tender age
But you've learned to hide your handicap so expertly
With your finely sculptured mask of imagined compassion
A sharp intelligence and a wild creativity that
takes one's breath away
Your only tools with which to live your life.
Blue depthless eyes lock into mine
Not a cold stare, but certainly lifeless nonetheless
I can only connect to your emptiness
While your words cajole, as a sweet caress
Wanting your way with me, wanting to possess me
Almost every encounter could turn into a power
struggle
If I don't fight
back, do you still win?
Just because you
didn't kill me
As I struggled
to regain control of my soul
Doesn't mean the damage you inflicted has disappeared
I still flinch noticeably whenever I hear the slam of a door.
My heart bears deep scars that even time and God haven't
healed.
And even though
you are incapable of empathy
I feel so sorry for you.
Because a life without the ability to truly love someone else
Is reduced to a complex game of strategy
Cat and mouse, or chess this time?
Your only goal is to win, no matter what the cost.
But every battle won
Fuels the endless need for yet another one.
So very sad...
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