By: Wes Schneider

My eyes glare into the clear glass mirror
The glass seems as if its fading,falling,cracking.

My eyes gaze into the time engulfing past
Watching as the thoughts fall one by one.

My heart pounds and aches like a drum
Over and over I see them looking at me.

Their eyes pierce my soul, my heart , my dreams
Their memory pierces my life like a blade.

I put out my hand and wave them away
But my heart pounds and brings them back to life.

I embrace my chest with will
I embrace my life by its horns

I am blind.