Broken Mirror

By Broken Mirror •
A strike,
a gasp for breath,
darkness screams the untold truth,
the light that falls,
it glitters faintly,
the last hope.
superstition comes into play,
illusion of a guilty mind,
pieces pierce my flesh,
they punish me.
I hoped for the lost,
but it has fled from me
a metaphor for my sanity.