I looked in the mirror
The cracked glass
Blood splattered reflection
And spit.
Knuckles bruised and unforgiving.
My eyes focused on the ones looking back
They weren't even mine
Large black pupils
Tripping with multiple colours
Wishing I could stop time.
This high better then the last
And sooner or later
It will be a normality in my life
An overdose waiting to happen
Death waiting closely behind
Tied my shoes tight
And opened the front door
Headphones on
Music blaring
Once again a smile caught
Caught myself looking down
Down at my reflection
I hated what I saw
The glimmer of my future, past and present.
YOU ARE READING
Poems: Gade 12- Present Day
PoetryFrom another guy in the world, to you. Words that aren't spoken, but remain true. I hope you find comfort in my poetry too. A rusted connection to my reality, because honestly. I've lost it.
