When you look at me, what do you see.
Do you see me or a reflection of what I could be?
The image in the mirror when the weight of the world starts to effect me.
A dance with blackness as my past consumes thee.
The figure in the mirror isn’t sin, but sin done unto me.
I slip away as the darkness rips at me.
It is your sins placed for me to carry at my feet.
The light that hides me from the shadows become wary. The battle between light and dark slowly making me weak.
I slip further away as the darkness rips into me.
The battle enraged, a losing endeavor to remained unseen.
What image do you see, when you look at me?
Is it strength and a smile? Or is it the misery that I internally keep? Is it the good? Because it’s the emptiness that makes me weep.
For I do not love myself, I don’t even know what love means.
The darkness consumes me.
I try to forgive the damage but forgiveness you do not seek. Slowly killing me, the demons placed at my feet.
Your weight to carry that’s been placed on me.
You watch me drown and cope with by drink.
Into the darkness I sink.
When you look at me, what do you see?
Darren Deason 06/18/2019
Phoenix From Words 