Broken Glass

Edges of my dreams formed mirrors,
blank in line with solid steel.
But the tide went with the river –
leaving broken dreams to flee.

Nigh the eve of all but once,
demons fly these nightmares’ nest.
What’s been said and what’s been done
runs in quivers through my chest.

Eye to eye, but ne’er to face,
without reason, without rhyme,
whispers in the cold embrace:
voices calling – all but mine.

See the dark breath’s star arisen,
bloodless stares the crimson moon.
Past and present are forgiven,
future gone to hell at noon.

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