Nothing Is Reflected Poem by Unic Cjonr

The sin inside the I, in me.

Eats at my guilt.

Build up through the years in my mind.

Nothing is reflected.

When I stare into the mirror.

I am getting consumed by infliction.

I hurt what was harmed.

Just to find some love in pain.

Why am I surrounded by clouds.

Through the thunder, I strike.

I struggle on, backwards.

My footprints are on fire.

Light is kind to static.

Inside my brain.

What was filled to the end.

Is the sorrow in tomorrow.

What I will leave behind today.

Is my history of darkness.

Although the sun is shining in the clear blue sky.

I was born, the reason wonders why.

I will perform my part, in the theatre of death.

What is special and who becomes the saint.

When you die, how far do you have to dive.

To what depth before you touch down in heaven.

I am surrounded by eights.

I never picked the six.

I am nailed by the cross.

Splintered by the rusted seven.