1
The mirror looks back at me
And I struggle to barely see
A semblance of who I want to be

2
The Paperweight weighs me down
A millstone around my neck
While my pen bleeds to the empty sheets
Of my latent emptiness.

3
People style themselves in robes
They style themselves on whims
They feign an air of silent cares
While neglecting cuts and trims
Yet they clothe themselves not in
The morals of the times
Weighted words sink deep into
Fertile and watered minds

4
The breath that enters my respiratory system
Gives me my breath of life
Each laboured puff of oxygen
Eases my unending strife

5.
The image of discontent
The image of distrust
Robed in vanity and lust

(C) Anavah 2018