Until Dawn

How do I take
a glimpse into the world
when all I own
are broken mirrors?
With bloodshot eyes,
I struggle to feel less.
Simply lost within myself.
A shameless, dirty body.
Bare skin written on
by those from the past.
Shying away from reality
while I try to summon
a wolf in my bones.
Emotionally bound to it.
It's nights like these
when a dizzying madness
makes itself at home.
I'm afraid to sleep,
but there's a simple thought
which somehow forces me
to scrape my way through
until dawn arrives.

Author's Note

Struggling with my dizzying madness...

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Honest and direct thoughts dear Poet.
"How do I take
a glimpse into the world
when all I own
are broken mirrors? "
I loved the above lines. So realistic and true place we can know. The new day can bring new hope. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[JD Hyde]

I do love a poem of broken people.