My mirrors

Sometimes

Sometimes I want to give up, leave and quit

Not sorry, called it last straw, that is it

They said there is light at these hallways' end

But this dullness can make a man go blind

Collapsing walls, my stares jaded them

Brittle ceiling, cannot carry me when

Ink is spread on the letters that I pinned

A soul that sinned is chagrined and not twinned

Weasels' hands glint in the mist only when

A few breezes push away clouds again

In my vile den I never reminisce

I just sink in an abyss. Such a bliss!

As waterdrops carry the rock away

Today, opinions and what they say sway

Tomorrow, a huge part of me is gone

Sacrifice the pawns and slay the black swan

I just want to take it out of my chest

Sometimes my brain in my head is a guest

My words do not rhyme anymore, not mine

Because scribbled lines do not make me feel fine

Wit at its end, cannot mend or transcend

Unable to clear up or comprehend

Stuck in smoke, watery eyes, cannot blink

Daydreaming? No, it is painful to wink