new poems

"Untitled"

My reflction shown in the mirror,
From both now and then.
Anguish screams,
objects fly.
Broken glass falls,
cutting through a path.
Blood spills like flowing tears
As I remove my hand from the ground.
Pain streaks up,
Almost unnoticed by the blinding saddness.
Anger wells like fire,
Look what you did.
My heart like the glass,
Never to be restored again.

I wrote this the other night, and decided to ask what you all thought.