The Night I Fell Down

by Sam Harris

Into the mirror, into the shadow,
forever searching for my soul.
Faceless,
My features forever gone,
Abandoned to find that inner calm.
Falling....
Falling....
I can barely hear them calling,
On the phone or in a dream
I can't remember anything.
Then They came on rivers of glass,
Seeping slowly through my past.
Raping, ripping scars anew,
a gaping hole where confidence grew.
Lying naked and broken
at the bottom of my heart,
The fruit of my purpose
Torn apart.
Descent so fast
Ascent too hard to start.

The Author

Sam Harris is a 27-year-old research scientist living in Albuquerque, New Mexico. He has a BS in Biology and a BA in Spanish and writes poetry as a way to fully experience his emotions.