Pic and Poetry by;
I look in the Mirror, A Face is looking back at me
Who is She
She slightly resembles me
is she a Relative from my Past.
Her eyes, are Tear Stained, her lips barely smile.
I can hear her Cold Lonely Heart as it faintly beats.
I can “Feel” the Empty Sadness that fills her.
Always Alone, real Laughter, a genuine Smile
Where did it go.
When I Silently disappear in the Night
Who will know.