Wednesday, March 7, 2012

The mirror

The mirror show me many faces
faces I have found and lost
faces I never knew existed
faces which were nothing but moist

Will these faces merge to one ever?
Will they call truce or stay rebel always?
Or will time sculpt them into different shapes,
slice them into a zillion pieces more?

How I wish the mirror lied
How I wish they break into pieces
And release me of this eternal fight.

1 comment:

Philippa Drake said...

Very powerful piece.