She looks through black and white lenses
to a kaleidoscope world.
Her wrinkles lines of anguish,
Liver spots marks of pain.
She traveled London, Paris,
studied Italian renaissance.
Fell in love with a rock star,
born into trust fund wealth.
When I glimpse into her eyes-
(blue-ice of the Mediterranean sea)
There is a look that never leaves me,
A fear I cannot appease…
seeped deep into her soul.
A place she will never escape.
‘Till death comes to her door.
From all her living- a circus ring.
Soil I will never touch- spoiled, forgotten in need.
A relentless depression, erases memories, of a life she lived…
As if she never lived at all.
And my brain it rambles…
“Death it waits in hiding.
Close I feel it watching.
Taunting time is calling me to life’s reality”
The mirror glares back an old woman-
eyes devoid of light.
I run from dreams not accomplished,