By: Geraldine Trillo
The depth of my sentiment dominate all intellect
I recognize the solemn of the rogue,
As I glance at the shattered mirror
Cracks revealed as my world collapse into nothingness
Can see no way out of the box I am capture shut for forever.
I began to feed off this epiphany
Craving for the personality I once used to be
I shall be dismantled and put back together.
But these old wounds would just open as I linger back
They never disappear, just a distraction
So I grasp and rip it.
Unable to heal, I just hide them away.
I close my eyes, gripping tightly
Stuck, sinking into the abyss
Then I found myself and shivers.
In that mirror, I dread for I see a rogue.