There is a storm outside
Raging and screaming
The thunder came, along
With its lightning
Shaking the walls
Of this run-down apartment
The lights went off
Swallowing the room
Into total darkness
Walking ahead, until
The light flashes
Halted into a stop
Inches from my face
Cries of pain
Accompanies the wind
The rain of tears
Came showering through
Held up the shivering hands
Touched the face
The ‘me’ I see in
That cold mirror in the dark
Before the pain
Hitting and scorching
Before it came along
With tears as its pet
Sadness wells
Inviting its self to come over
As the light disappears
On the very room I stood
The total darkness
That surrounds, till then
The lightning flashes
Stared at the figure
A reflection in the dark
Vanity projects
As I refrained to see
These drops of tears
Running down my cheek
Withdrew these shivering hands
From there, my face
The ‘me’ I had forgot
From that cold mirror in the dark
The rain stopped,
The storm left,
Taking away
The sadness and pain
Leaving with
Its thunder and light
I turned back and let go,
That cold, cold mirror from the dark
Sunday, May 10, 2009
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