Abandoned
Sitting here staring
At the dusty glass of placid water.
Knowing no one needs me,
I am dispensible.
No one desires that which I might give.
Crazy confusion,
Longing to offer what they don't want,
Having only what they don't need.
Wondering how long it will be
Before they forget the shattered pieces
Of this watery mirror.
Only seconds pass until they deny
That they knew these shards
Of a misty looking glass.
How soon fades the sweetest memory.
So easily are the hands that held their's pushed away.
Nothing is kept as sacred to the straying minds
Of those who once looked into my dark reflection.
No longer do they love that fragile warror.
In the end my blood will not be claimed.
In the end I will be left to my pain
And the placid, rippling, mirror shall be restored.