Staring Back
On a bridge, my reflection was shown.
The reflection staring back, was not my own.
It rose and fell like stars in the night.
Noticing its shallow eyes, seen in the moonlight.
I reached my hand, touching the skin on my face.
In the dark it had left, not even a trace.
With trembling thoughts, a rock was thrown.
But the grey and sunken...
The reflection staring back, was not my own.
It rose and fell like stars in the night.
Noticing its shallow eyes, seen in the moonlight.
I reached my hand, touching the skin on my face.
In the dark it had left, not even a trace.
With trembling thoughts, a rock was thrown.
But the grey and sunken...