Shattered Reflection

Shattered Reflection long poem

The hands of time tick slowly by
as dawn breaks in a new day.
A nightmare reality of
the receding night lies marked,
like so many fading stars,
in the shattered glass on the floor.

Silken shards of sorry souls,
their lives now trapped
in a dream of what was then,
what is now and
what should never have been.

Each broken image,
a moment in time captured
for those who were there
to witness the whirlwind
of a love gone sour.

The blood-stained rug tells a tale of woe
in a world nobody else sees.
A painful portent of the coming storm;
of a love that lived and died
in the grip of a cold winters morn.

The dancing flames of a freshly lit fire
can do nought to chase out the cold,
for the night was so long
and the panes etched deep;
too deep for the kiss of desire.

Rivulets of blood trickle
to the point of the sliver
I clutch so tightly in my hand.
I feel a pain shrouded ecstasy
as I watch my life drip away
to the beat of a now broken heart.

Like the pain that I bore
as I knelt on the floor
at your feet.
It was too much to bear.

“Oh shattered reflection of all that I was
come press the point of your pain deeper,
that you may bring down the night
to the end of my lonely fight.
I commend all I was to your keeping.”

Written by Darren Scanlon, 9th December 2014
Revised 15th June 2015.

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ALL POEMS ©2015 DARREN SCANLON. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. * Words and music have always played a major role in my life. A life without being able to enjoy music and express in words would be, for me, empty and cold.I have been writing since age 16, some 30+ years now but have only recently started publishing my works. Since doing so in Dec 2013, I have published 4 novels and 5 volumes of poetry, (available on words are my life. If they touch you in any way, if you are able to take something from them, then my work has achieved its goal and I am a happy man.Welcome to my world. Darren.
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Trudie Kroon

Very good loosing someone always hard


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