I am stuck .
a reflection in
the mirror,
To whom I
can't speak.
I can't reach
in and wake
her from
herself.
She is not
there.
Not who
she was.
Not a
memory,
not a hint
of where
she is.
Shattered
the glass,
upon the
vanity.
Red tears
pour forth
from her life.
She is not there.
I whisper in
her silent
ears,
she can't
find me beyond
the noise,
of her mind.
Be still we
are one,
I must find
you, I must
find her.
Amidst the
dark of her
sanity.
but still she
is not there.
Not here,
she can't
be reclaimed.
