Mirror Poem by sheade rudman

Mirror



The best of me was brought
Out by the worse of you...
All that I now am...
A creation by your own hands
I no longer try...
Thus I no longer cry...
Absent smiles...
My mirror....
Inhabits a stranger...
As I look at another
All I feel is danger
These fears controlled
My tears...
But now...now I have
Run dry

Friday, June 20, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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sheade rudman

sheade rudman

port elizabeth, south africa
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