Look into the mirror
and all I see
those eyes will be
the death of me
It hurts much more
than you can tell
through inner termoil,
my secret hell
I'm scared, I cry
and hide in shame
inside my shell,
each day the same
There are two sides
to all these lies
dream days away
and plan goodbyes
Yes, brief but poignant, striking a compelling truth that is universal, both to women and men. Well done. I look forward to more.
Check: turmoil
Enjoyed this, Yenimls. Very tight.
I thought the rhythm hiccupped a bit with the word turmoil.
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Val Cook
Fri 20th Jun 2014 18:59
Very good, the poem really hits home.