I stared at my reflection and did not recognize the person that stared back at me
I didn't smile but my reflection did
Everyday I would see a version of myself I once knew
Was the mirror a portal to a happier version of myself?
or was life just teasing me
showing me what wasted potential looks like
I saw a hand reaching out of the mirror so I grabbed it
and got pulled into the world I knew that only existed in my head
so familiar yet so disconnected...
Why am I floating?
Where am I...
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Dark Aftermath
PoetryGraveyard for dark thoughts "Dark thoughts and careless whispers became the shadow of the person I once was". . . . . . I am entering a new chapter of my life and I am grateful for seeing more light than darkness now. Here's a collection of poems...
