Reflections

The stranger in the glass stares straight through me
Into the deepest pits of worn out misery and I´m sinking
Calling, crying, screaming out your name in a fit of passionate anger
The type that leaves your fists clenched and your eyes bloody
A raspy grasp in the voice of these flooding memories
The waves rolling and growing with images of broken puzzle pieces
A steamy condensation that leaves me breathless
This fire that I can not diminsh, thrashing my life into the wind
Knowing it´ll be the fisherman´s net in which I land
Thrown back, beginning all over again.