To swallow a shadow is to swallow a companion
to relinquish all care to those bowels of despair...

Winged mirrors carry my thoughts aimlessly
glistening crystals of sky reflecting my sombre...

Soon calling winter
Heat executes cold today...

I stand here arms around the tough bark
Feeling the coarseness cutting my flesh...

Sure I'm sad
Lost faith, that echo...

When he cleared his throat
many people drowned...

***resubmitted and edited**
My mirror mocks my image daily...

When it was made
it was rehashed from a bucket of Angels...

He found a new use for his hands
he tore a slice from the atmosphere...

He decided to rest on the moon and observe man
there was no TV...

I learnt the value of determination
the day you looked passed the excess baggage...

Who decided that when I laugh,
tears should drip from my tongue...