#45
the mirror
why do I roll through sheets that mean nothing
and tangle my feet in blankets I've never seen
and I'll never see again
who is that dark stranger look at me in the mirror
with cold accusing eyes like rain
how had I fallen in this valley
where birds fly overhead who used to be my closest
they were once my friends and the clouds my home
and where is the door out of this
how do I get out
I have to get out
I have to get out
as I roll through sheets that mean nothing
and empty eyes stare like rain in fog
and snow covers the brambles I'm hiding under myself
through valleys where birds sing above me and echo
my hair falls through hands
as I look at my naked head
I scare even myself