As the flames rise
I cover my eyes,
but nothing can stop the tears from flowing.
My reflection in the mirror seems to be showing
all my mistakes,
and then my body shakes
with yet another sob
as she turns the knob
and sees me there.
Her eyes send a blank stare,
but it still isn’t over… there is still a sarrow in the air,
stll an everlasting emptiness that can only be filled by one thing.
my first poem with a MEANING. also, one of my favorites. inspired by the movie thirteen. (love that movie!)