She perched in a niche, embracing her knees,
With tossed hair, tangled by the breeze,
And a dried-up look where tears carlier rolled.
All she did was shiver and freeze.

Her eyes sought something, waving in inspection, Suddenly heeded a victim, craving for affection,
She wiped her tears and shortly found out,
That the victim was none, but her reflection.

The mirror speculated a troubled gaze,
Hinting her of those obscure and cloudy days,
Eyes wide open, hunting her missing self,
Which she had lost in some strange dull haze.

The mirror rendered the appearance that was blank, The presence of a flimsy persona, who could not be frank,
The agony of a bruised heart, the drooping composure of mind,
And a splintered soul, like a vessel that sank.

The mirror flashed a strained expression,
Of a human overwhelmed with dejection,
Seeking some sort of redemption from God,
But there was nothing but an empty reflection.
© TheUncoveredThoughts