A broken mirror,
my reflection so empty
lacking any sense of colour and beauty.
The tears so salty
forming pools of depression.
The chains supress me from any expression.
Tied to the ground I look around,
sensing laughter and sound.
The flashes of colour strike by me,
the desire for you multiplies.
These lips so dry and motionless,
screaming for one last try.
My hand reaches out and touches the air,
grasping anything left there.
My soul collapses inside,
wanting freedom from these locks,
wishing and waiting for that door to open.