Circle of Dust

Comatose anxiety, subtle complexity
Numerous words of negativity
Nearing the edge of insanity
And in the reflection staring back at me
The risk of a mirror shattering
I am not who I am and it’s scaring me
Have I branded myself into the skin
And have I opened up wounds again?
Just think of me as damaged.

© 2007 Cordell J. Larkin