#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.

When i have no one around me in my worst,I just stand in front of it
What I look is a tired face with teary eyes
Unable to accept in me the end of my wit

The silver mirror in my room is something I always adore
It is something in my life,I always look for