Mirror in blood

I bleed yet I am lifeless before myself,

I can’t let go, I can’t hold on anymore.

What am I now in this image broken?

Looking into my eyes there is pain,

a way to feel what my blood speaks.

Who have I become in this torment?

Down my arm tears endlessly flow,

crimson red from a shadow known as my heart.

Why can I not feel what I am seeing inside?

Naked flesh covered by black hair to remind me,

the depths of beauty my eyes have become.

How do I know if it is me standing in the mirror?

Unable my unwillingness to live sets in,

taken from who I reflect for myself to see.

Where has my life gone in such a short time?

I raise my hand to touch who I am,

tears still bleeding in my heart so blind.

When will my reflection portray who I was meant to be?













Johnny Newell