# …reflecting…

Author: Jiblits
Tags: Poem

Imported from SF2 with no description.

Rude in the mirror, that only frowns 

Voices heard, are all past clowns

  

Why, never answered, the place, never known

I climb mountains strangers left, made from bone

  

Percentage of people I knew, at the bottom, now lay still

The memories loudly play, in my broken mind 

Looking back, leaves me, in a deathly chill

I can only be, brokenly kind 

  

Hold the door please, even if I fall

Moving forward, I promise I won’t stall

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/214Bkzbm