A darker theme on this one. Moments of despair interlaced with one of my other character’s busy schedules. She has a lot yet to sort out.
Feeling
Mirror’s face
Staring blank,
Cold and dank
Her room…
Stoic grace
Bare and frank
On her bank
Of gloom…
See her gaze
Feel its weight
As she judges you
Sunlight’s rays
Held at bay
This judgement is through
Mirror’s face
Staring blank,
Cold and dank
Her life…
Stoic grace
Bare and frank
Is her bank
Tonight…
