This was the year of broken promises,
the year of shattered illusions,
the year of systematic
pulling of the rugs
from beneath
my
feet.
Everything known is lost,
everything believed,
proved false.
All of the pretense
has been
stripped
bare.
Naked,
I stand before the mirror.
Alone,
I crumble or I rise.
4-2-15
Crack!
The world around me
Is illuminated.
It burns through me
And I see everything,
And every detail,
In an instant.
A blue settles
In the blink before
Darkness.
I see nothing.
The air is cold.
I burn.
It smells of ozone
And singed hair.
Where are my shoes?
I’m alive.
I remember the burn
And the illumination.
I know the darkness
After the strike.
there is no
End.
2-2-15
Shattered Mindspace 