I looked in the mirror
and I saw me.
My eyes were light
My nose was large
My face was dotted
My lips were crammed.
I was sealed;
the last I saw was my sanity.
The most I saw was my stain
The least I caught was the broken piece of my thought
The shackles on my wrist, I know
shall forever lay in its place.
YOU ARE READING
Mellifluous Murmurs
Poetry❁ Freedom is allowing the crisp air to guide you through this forest we can call society. ❁
