No more

A Chapter by Lyn Anderson

My favourite poem to recite. I used to like the looks on their faces as this was recited by a plain looking young girl.

An angry fist -
Full of vengeance
Shatters the mocking mirror.

An insane reflection -
Stares back at me
Through blood and shards of broken glass.

A tear falls silently -
And raising my hand to touch it
I streak blood across my face.
There are no more tears to cry.

And in the ensuing darkness there
I softly smile.

prev chapter

next chapter

© 2016 Lyn Anderson

Author's Note

http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ysCQB6sDY8g/TVunOrtN3kI/AAAAAAAAAtE/s8ZQpIbli_o/s1600/broken-mirror-thumb8073673.jpg

My Review

Would you like to review this Chapter?
Login | Register

Reviews

Chris

We all have our "thoughts" to appreciate as we sit on a sea wall or by a cold firepit and stare into the "nothing".

Posted 10 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Stats

146 Views
1 Review
Added on December 10, 2013
Last Updated on August 13, 2016
Tags: anger, violence, lonely

Author

Lyn Anderson

Toronto, Ontario, Canada

About

I write under a pseudonym. I don't do Read Requests, but you can PM me if you want me to read something specific. I make friends with people who I read and interact with. I won't accept random reque.. more..