Behind the Mirror

                                            Behind the Mirror

Fumbling words and petty speak lead me to a dark space

Eyes gaze upon another sad creature

The stench of desperation fills the room     

Tiptoe lightly, anything but this

Firm and distracted handshakes because I just want out of there!

A calm rushes over and I know what I need to say

It’s mapped out for me, thank you

Thank you for giving me the words dear lordship

Let me pour it in your mouth and pray I’m not lukewarm

Play a part of a sweet child longing to be loved

Or a mystery girl with one-liners

Chase after that imaginary man!

You are holding a basket full of dignity!

Take us to an ethereal place please

So we don’t have to try anymore

Cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut

Copy

Belittle a craft that you have no idea how to be grateful for

The Grecian beauty once taught by Gods and sons of Gods

Has turned into this?

Hand us your face and we’ll turn you into a frog

We will take away your magic and deny you ever had any

A beautiful cordate butterfly

Now crumbled leaves and forgotten dreams

So I leave and find my pen, my solace

I leave to return to Grace