Mirrors reflect a dark shadow of my broken soul…
Mirror pieces pierce my heart…
In my reflection i see the otherside of me…
The otherside is free…
A side i might never find but atleast one i can see…
In my mind the flashes of forgotten memories show me the way home…
In the night of my heart, a light shines on the spilled blood of my attempts…
My attempts to get to the otherside.. the otherside of me…
Maybe i will never get free…
But atleast my freedom i can see…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem