Ishika Gautam

The dark of that room,
Upon the shady head of mine,
Joined by the rest of those voice,
Center of the group looked fine,


The shadow at my front,
Seemed to rotate its head,
I made it talk first,
With the anger it was fed,


The one on my left,
Was silent but the loudest I heard,
I looked at those frightened eyes,
Which said enough than a word,


The one on my back,
Scared was I to look,
The right shadow gave me hopes,
When it smiled like an open book,


The eyes of love for you,
And the the tears on the floor,
The hands choking my throat,
My back had that mirror I adore,


At the center of those reflections,
My heart lures me more,
Thankfully now it ends,
I hope you find my mirrors I adore.

  • Author: I.G. (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 26th, 2021 13:57
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  • Category: Sad
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