I frown upon my reflection,
its shadow cast upon the floor.
The surrounding whisper of an unstable mind
wakes me from my slumber.
And when I turn from the mirror,
I fall to my knees, lost.
My fractured fingers grip the carpet,
and my head strikes the ground.
A stone replica of myself I am.
A heavy memory of my past I am.
I've heard my conscience, and ignored its cry.
Now I cannot cry. Now I cannot mourn.














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