I am looking at myself
reflecting in the mirror.
I am gazing into
my own tired eyes.
Turning the lights off
doesn't help,
because
I can still feel the pain aching inside my chest.
Closing my eyes
doesn't help,
because
fire burns brighter in darkness.
YOU ARE READING
Wondering
PoetryThis may be burning, crashing or hurting. But these are my words. This is me.
