Behind The Looking Glass

There is no painting hidden in your attic to absorb the monster capering beneath your surface
you are trapped in your creative oblivion behind the looking glass
seeing only the reflection before you
while eyes observe you in close up streaming color
the path behind you still visible
slippery and littered with the shrapnel from your mind field
a faint figure in the distance bent with weeping for a mothers broken heart
crumpled among all the spurned dreams
as you drag your small neglected trophy in carefully designed fashion
through the battlefield holding him high like a royal banner
later rolled and stored away until a crowd has once again grown large (and profitable) enough for another exhibition
do your eyes sting from the smoke of all those burning bridges?
already the cracks are appearing in your meretricious edifice
and the piper, although misdirected and misinformed,
must always be paid.
who then will stand with you when the monster is fully revealed
who will be left across the abyss
across the bridgeless expanse
as you stand staring and alone
with no one left to hear as you speak your false testimony
into the pitiless wind



About chimerapoet

I write. I write a lot. A. LOT. There are times I am half blind with a sentence ricocheting off the walls of my stupid, cant be shut off to save my life, brain. I am miserable until I get it down on paper. Punch it up a bit. Usually cross out half of it. And then breathe. Relax. Only to do it all again..... But I just thought that was me. How I am. Not a writer....noooo...not me. Writers are.....writing people. People Who Write. REALLY write. Write things that matter. All grown up very important things. I am just a scribbler of sorts. And I was/am content with that....if it's true, well then....a scribbler am I. Until the thought wormed its way in to my brain (the furtive sneaky bitch) that maybe...just maybe...that is writing. My style. My strange way. But....still writing. So here I am at the dance. Not sure I know any of the moves and the music is entirely mine. But.....only one way to find out. Would you care to join me?
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