Sorrow

Her mind;

A confused, bitter affair

The mirror she stands before;

The truth reveals

An evil glare

Sees right through her pain

Her eyes reflecting hurt

Her heart –

Weary…

And lame

Questioning her motives

Why?

What is there to gain?

Her hands –

Bound

Her eyes –

Blind

Her circumstances comfortable

But therefore unkind

 

 

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Writer, reader, crossword puzzler and conspiracy theorist.

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