ReflectionA Poem by EuroWho is that in the mirror?
REFLECTION
Crow's curls cascading to hide the monster And exhibit expired beauty Eyes of coal watching all Turning endlessly and still unburnt The corners of her trembling lips turn In the direction where the shadows will illuminate the sun Time and patience are her enemies when she starts run As her legs of majesty are reduced to instruments of movement Wishes of an unbreakable silver armor to disappear the Soreness of her decapitated temple writhes in her mind Her face is torn into bits and pieces of parchment, With her watery signature to equilibrate her convex alignment Her fingers scratch the facade of hypocrisy The mask of happiness lies in ashes to the bag of secrets Numbers mismatch her from the standards of the world As she stands among a deplorable army of black doves Never ending weight kills her under a back full of disgrace A heart that will forever hold together the most beautiful Doll the clowns will ever know In the glass of growing pain, her most precious possession Is nothing more than a silent torture As she cries to me, to her reflection
© 2013 EuroAuthor's Note
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