The mirror above the washbasin
Reflects a lonely face,
Eyes sad cheeks shaved clean,
They tell of an inner wilderness.
A space that you alone traverse
There's none but yourself to converse
Outside the teeming world roars
You are shut within closed doors.
Soon you compromise for a sleep
No dreams to soothe no relationship
No lullaby to douse the heart's fire!
You embrace the dark, slip into its mire.
Sep 7, 2013
Sep 7, 2013 at 2:30 AM UTC
The mirror above the washbasin
Reflects a lonely face,
Eyes sad cheeks shaved clean,
They tell of an inner wilderness.
A space that you alone traverse
There's none but yourself to converse
Outside the teeming world roars
You are shut within closed doors.
Soon you compromise for a sleep
No dreams to soothe no relationship
No lullaby to douse the heart's fire!
You embrace the dark, slip into its mire.
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