Jun 3
2 min read
Mirror-Mirror In Your Head
A poem about recognizing your two mirrors
Oh yes, I feel the roaring yelps
You pour into pillows nightly
I hear the screeching afterthoughts
Of your old ruminating ways
You asked for space; grace I gave you
But insomnia and unrest
Agonize you at every turn
Resounding your barbaric yawps
