The Image That Is Mine Poem by Sumann Dutta
The Image That Is Mine
When I had stopped writing, I don't know.
There is a pregnant silence all around.
I look at the water sunshine outside my window through my dry eyes.
Meaningless thoughts and jumbled sentences,
A few scraps of thoughts, a broken pencil,
And a large empty canvas to fill.
The unkempt hair and disheveled clothes,
A blank stare from the hollow eyes that look back at me-
From the only mirror on the wall.
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4/26/2024 8:33:15 AM # 1.0.0.1119
the gloom of the poet at not being able to write so well portrayed....but u know what just pick up that broken pencil and write....i'm sure words will begin to flow like water....and the face in the mirror will smile back at you...