#WritcoPoemPrompt53
A silver mirror kept in my room,
showcasing everything in an impartial way,
It lits everything with it's silver gloom,
when it gets hit by the golden sunray...
And the clearest reflection above all
Is of the pair of dead eyes staring back.
The bags underneath tell a different tale,
I guess I need an eternal nap.
And my lips that whisper 'I am fine'
You are not; reply the skies.
While the forgotten voice of my heart contradicts,
My mirror laughs at all my lies.
Be it...