lost dreams wandering
ricocheted from silent hope
thoughts crash
the living burn
loosing yourself
in a room full of mirrors
tired steps fade
tired bones turn to stone
forgetting your name
as the ceiling closes in
fantasy dark clouds rising
it rains for days
it all comes down to this
the end of days
with tears in your eyes
and hurt tattooed on your skin
through cracked surfaces
scars light up reckless
memories pour over
swallowing hollow
keeping close, the sun
when no one is looking
and reflections catch you
only lasting till tomorrow
(C) S. Lynette, 2023
Lady on a Wire 