Mirror, mirror that haunts me so,
Release this spell and let me go.
Take away these chains that hold,
My life exhausted blood runs cold.
Ashes to dust the cycle gains its vision,
And I a prisoner of its grand illusion.
Upon my head, heated, embers from era’s now away,
Still punished for deeds and thoughts of yesterday.
A cry from above, a scream from below, I thirst,
Comfort, company, so lonely, so cursed.
But only a kind word, please, please I think,
The darkness comes, and much deeper I sink.
© Cynthia Clark
Looks like you are so sad and hurt
Thank you for your response.
So cold and haunting. You can hear the ominous voice of despair so well as darkness seems to overtake her withering soul. Riveting with a twist of fairy tale with the old, classic saying, "mirror, mirror..."