Mirrors,
I avoid them.
Dark orbs look back at me,
Haunted.
Twelve years
Of hell, all looking back at me.
Night,
The bane of my existence.
Creaking of the stairs,
Howling of the wind,
Rattling of the boiler,
Bring back torment.
Silence,
Reeling in the past.
Living broken,
Existing,
Overwhelming pain
For what is gone.
Memories
Remind me
What is no longer.
The blood line I betrayed,
My true family slashed,
Broken apart.
Solitude.
Human presence
Became a gift.
Twelve years of isolation.
I need the reminder
To be human.
Fear.
Somewhere unbidden
In my mind,
Lives the demon,
Appearing when I'm reminded
Of the anguish I escaped.