The art of Poesy

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Uhtceare; Thirteen

Reflecting images

Everything looks fuzzy in the mirror,
Droplets of water are visible than how i reflect more.
I've got a hazy view of my haywired head
with an aesthetic face; they said.

A gap in each droplet made me see my swollen eyes
I can see the statue of pain and misery in piles
Till it crashed down and crawl over my cheeks,
Crystal clear tears even though i just had a peek.

Brain controls functions, thoughts,sensations, and movements
Should I blame my head for creating a nonstop mess?
Or should I smash this brittle mirror
for reflecting such a horror?

Lies over Lies, conciliating my rage over this image of mine,
Colors over Colors, consoling myself and telling it's fine.
Mirrors reflects the images of us
while the eyes reflects the obverse of ours.