It sits there, glinting
Perched in a corner
Ready to fall
To a million mercurial pieces
And rush away in panic
From the imminent ominous future
In the face of the Sun
And its bloody, constant cheer
It stands defiant
Audaciously mirroring my dark.
When it slides down my cheek
I shudder
For its journey’s end
Will break me
The despair that follows
Will take me.
Perched in a corner
Ready to fall
To a million mercurial pieces
And rush away in panic
From the imminent ominous future
In the face of the Sun
And its bloody, constant cheer
It stands defiant
Audaciously mirroring my dark.
When it slides down my cheek
I shudder
For its journey’s end
Will break me
The despair that follows
Will take me.