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Gone from normal life. Gone from common sense. Stuck in a nightmarish, haunting world, where the only freedom is death.
Blankly staring eyes
-Don't look don't look can't look NO-
Focused on the ruddy mud,
Avoiding the skeletal mirror-trees of memories that
Stab the churning, black clouds of the sky with their high reaching branches of glass-shards.
But for a glint of glass,
The eyes betray
-NO NO NO DON'T CAN'T LOOK STOP!-
A swirling, rushing memory
-taunting shame screaming pain THE PAIN-
-Oh no no no
STOP IT STOP IT LET ME BE JUST MAKE IT STOP!-
Freed, shaking, gasping
-It's over watch out could happen again DO NOT LOOK-
Wide, shocked eyes mistakenly wandering
-NO NO NO FOCUS LISTEN DON'T-
And then the reflection.
-like the trees the trees the horrible trees-
Cold, shaking, utterly corpselike,
-I should be dead why aren't I dead why can't I DIE-
Hollow, trembling hands covering wide eyes
-It's gone gone gone doesn't matter don't think it's okay now-
But the sanctuary is soon invaded,
Memories worming through eyelids
-WHY WHY WHY I'M NOT LOOKING IT SHOULDN'T BE HAPPENING
I DON'T WANT TO REMEMBER---
Hands back around knees,
Eyes open, darting around the -bloodstained?- ground,
If only for a few moments.
Trembling lips open,
Rusty vocal cords quiver,
Leaving a hoarse whisper to hang unnaturally in
The tainted space-
"Please, just let me out of here..."
I don't want to be locked in my mind anymore...
A/N: And this, ladies and gentlemen (XD Probably more like lady and gentleman, given the fact that not many people ever really see my stories/poetry), is my most recent work of poetry (? Or whatever you'd call this), and the only poetry that has been written for fun. Well, it was mostly because I started randomly thinking about trees of mirror shards on the bus. I don't know how it wound up transforming into /this/, but I still like it. And, for any Stephen King fans reading this, yes, the style he sometimes uses in which people's thoughts interject the narration influenced this poem by quite a bit. But I guess this is mostly a piece on insanity in general.
Reviews/criticism keep me away from suicide~ (I'm kidding, of course. But still, you never know. XP) And thanks to everyone who bothered to read this!
(And this was completely evil when it came to HTML. Seriously.)