Morning Glow: Cory Buchanan

Hammering on an estranged mirror,
broken in crimson,
agony seeps from one’s eyes
Abandoned in nightfall,
failing to unearth a glorious prize
Listening to Raven requiems,
fashioned for disaster
Gazing upon the fractured spectacle,
one grabs a shard, dazed in ire
Dancing it quickly across,
contemplating one’s own shadowy desire
Self-compassion shouts with inner force
Echoes ricocheting promises of admiration,
ultimately met by unsettled evasion
Holding on by strings,
within this blackened night,
awaiting morning glow
Climbing away
from this ear ringing approach
Aware that one’s life
will be never more so low