Who is this?
I asked my mirror
Tired and embittered
Peals of Laughter lost
Somewhere, maybe shattered
Who is this?
So afraid of bright
Runs away from everything
That may bring some joy, some respite
For the fear to be torn once again
Curls up in dark
Licks up the past scar
It felt familiar
Can't hurt any more, it whispered
But these eyes
Why can't I look at them ?
Why do they see yet not see ?
Oh these eyes !
Why do they look like they're dying ?
Wilted by indifference
Of others or by me ?
No, I must colour them once more
In hues of hope
Decorate them with dreams
And maybe they'll live..
© gary