Scream quietly, dear This sorrow begs release. Where fractures drive Quickly into ruin. No truths hidden As the mirror shows, These forms of Broken scars linger. On roads carved of Deepen journeys Staring back through Clouds long passed. Thoughts once sharpen, Acutely remembered Fades in blurs Of confusion that Raises questions. No longer know what Stands before the image, Where views raged Over the detours.
