Poem - "The Mirror By The Window"

A deep breath taken, from the chest unwinds.
As the cold, angry eyes stare into mine,
Fatigued with pain and beaten into hopelessness.
The deep breaths shorten, unleashing a flood of great distress,

The anger boiling, blood flows like a chaotic river.
I wind up my emotion and sink my hands,
Into the pane, which is now in slivers.
My pain is numbed as I see trickling red bands,
My vision is blurred as my body tensely shivers.
With every attempt I fail, as I force myself to stand
As I slowly gather the pieces of my broken mirror.

I break the image, but I keep the anger,
For revenge or resolution I direly hunger,
Some fault lies within me I cannot deny
But justice, like beauty, is within the beholder’s eye.

A new scenario appears, where the previous one has vanished.
All thoughts of productivity, one by one, were banished,
As my eye fixated upon a world unaffected
By my motion and emotion, which went undetected.

Everything was within the reach of my sight,
Yet, I had seen nothing at all, as my mind wandered.
In a world of color, I saw only white,
And my simple hopes became realistic wonders.
A split second and a flood of light,
Forced me to blink and feel internal thunder,
As my heart stopped in temporary fright.

The frame was real, the image was not.
Realization of the truth, caused my dream to rot.
The deception of the glass, my heart it battered,
As like the mirror this window too, I did shatter.

--- Karup