Reflections

I see myself through shattered lenses

Shards upon my past

Sitting among lavish denziens

Hoping it won't last

Men have taken to abuse

My kind and gentle nature

I choke them but they still refuse

Poetic nomanclature

But as I struggle to escape

These chains of mans injustice

I form a state they can relate

From all of their destruction

I look within to see my soul

Reflections of my face

And sit here in my quiet hole

My sins I will erase

© LUTHER SPELLS