Shattered Mirror

Have I become my own cliche’?
A character going down a rabbit hole
Caught in a vice of my own design;
Obsessed and engrossed within
My mind’s maze of alternating doors?
Each one revolving without resolving
The continuuous conflict that leads
To the very same room where I was.
Pathetically creating while dictating
A shorthand of answers like breadcrumbs
Tossed at the feet of a beggar
That has been fasting far too long.
Willfully wasting breath after breath
While denying that each one is is fetid.
Seemingly simple answers weave complexities
As distorted as Pollock paintings.
Colors upon lines within circles of negative space
Leave no trace on the face looking back
In the shards of a mirror shattered.

© Brandewulf 2018

34 comments

      1. I don’ t have the poetic sensibilities that most of your commenters do. I love your stuff but for the life of me I have a hard time breaking it down. You write from a place that is beyond me but I’d love to visit it some day

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      1. We become our own cliché I think with the themes we see bubbling from within our wellsprings… But at the same time it is our voice familiar that is the cliché. The messages we feel we need to share as we travel on life’s journeys are repeated because they’re a part of or heartbeat and our drumstep.

        That doesn’t mean it is bad to be cliché as long as it is our truth and as long as it is our authenticity revealed.

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