The Mirror Poem by Samuel James Moore

The Mirror



So draw me once more,
into your eyes.

Those abyssal wells
of my sorrow.

Clinging to my
self-righteous past.

Wallowing, in my own
failure.

This is my life’s
great work.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: sorrow
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