The Mirror

the room was small and held simple objects of...

The tears dripped off my sorrowful face

The tears fell to the floor like springtime rain 

The tears splashed to the wooden ground, already damp 

The candle shined dimly in the room, dark as ash 

The candle flickered, giving my face an disturbing glow 

The candle slowly drizzled hot wax at a snail pace 

The Room was bare 

The Room only held me 

The Room only could hold me, space for only one heart 

The chair creaked back and fourth, trying to settle my quaking body 

The chair was weak, barely sturdy enough to hold my slender form 

The chair was almost a comfort, for it was my only supporter 

The door stood tall and intimidating 

The door stayed closed, keeping nonexistent visitors out 

The door never opened up, like I did to you 

The Room was bare 

The Room only held me 

The Room only could hold me, space for only one heart 

The jacket clung to my unsavory body 

The jacket had splotches of dark, from the tears 

The jacket was like a mother’s arm, staying there for an extra touch of comfort 

The mirror reflected the light from the candle 

The mirror caught my eye and I looked up, distracted from the pain for a moment

I put my head back down in despair, for it only held images of you