Reflection
Vacant eyes
of wandering mind
Crooked neck
of broken road
I found myself
lost at home
Stained by glass
Splintered by bone
The wood creaked
My face stone
Mocked by self
Driven by pain
Pity was fate
Solace in vain
Echoes of life
Remnants of death
The stale air spoke
My last breath
Mirror, mirror
On my wall
Tell me
Who will miss me
When you’re gone
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