Mirror

Hearts are sometimes like mirrors;

 How they transform, when destroyed.

The shards reflect 

The breakage.

And picking up the pieces

Will make you bleed.

Everything has a darker outlook,

And it looms over you, like a curse.  

And it's bad luck,

Should you ever wish for wholeness again.

In Being

I'm tired of the ache that I feel,

An emptiness stretched across miles

Messily stored in my chest cavity 

And it is hard to swallow meaning;

It is screaming in pitch dark,

It is grasping nothing but thin air, 

It is all the colours of a bruise,

It is the anger in red,

It is the sadness in silence,

It is the unsettling of the ocean floor,

It is the tremors of my heart.

Locked

A mourning for the clos'd heart

A coffin nailed shut,

A wound deeper than the cut,

All hope and love, depart.

Sorcery

Your words,

Incantations,

Conjure up, such a storm

In me.