Reflections

Thoughts crumble into pieces,
Puzzles that aren’t mending
Clinging to the terrors
That mask in clarity.

No longer view the bits
In their reflections,
These fragments create
Many distortions of panic.

Such dread clings
Decorating the horror,
Where the design
Glows within its’ deception.

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CortanaLain aka XELain

Weird, Dark at Times, Creative Poet Writer with bits of Flow, Spacing moments outside thru realms of Life.