Mirror
I hold a mirror
to my soul,
and there I find
a gaping hole
that naught but love
could ever fill.
But yet I thirst
and hunger still.
I hold the mirror
to my heart
and find that it's
been torn apart.
It slowly sinks
into the hole
that filched the essence
of my soul.
Copyright © David Irby | Year Posted 2016
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