I stared into my looking-glass one night
Only to behold things to make me cry
The surface was overcome by a bright light
And what appeared bid my heart to sigh
The scenes of my past danced on the slivery glass
Some old, some new, some vibrant, some shadowed
I saw times that were golden, while some were soiled brass
And cringed at the days cursed while blessing the hallowed
When times of joy and pleasure took the stage
It was like I was back in childhood, dancing with my dad
But when trauma came with her rattling cage
The bullet shot him down, blood ran so dark and sad!
Soon my wedding day flashed upon the mirror
My beautiful husband holding me in his arms
But then as I held him, he died in ghastly horror
Murder with her knife gouged him, and set off Death’s alarms
Then the visions ceased, and all I saw was me
Overcome by the revelations, I sank to the floor to weep
Realizing what was past is gone; the happy none will see
And the cuts and wounds the bad tore open, they are mine to keep
The past may be gone, but oh! Its ghost will torture on!
My spirit is crushed by the good that died, and burdened by the grief that lives!
Joy has gone to her grave forever; Despair ne’er to be gone!
My soul is shackled in chains, the chains only tears can give!
I limp to my bed, worn by my memory’s wiles
I lay there and softly cry, wondering if I am forever alone
I am kept alive by sheer Faith, as I fight Life’s trials
But still I long for death, for Sorrow has poisoned to the bone
Poetry