It's a question I seldom ask
to mirrors and shadows.
The mirror reflects my melancholy
in sunken eyes that once
had happiness sparkling in them,
now just two new moons
waiting for sunlight to shine again.

Shadows, they say
I am made of darkness.
that no matter how much I stay in the light
there will always be some darkness in me
like a residue left after everytime I'm aflame.


© k. k.