The mirror above the washbasin
Reflects a lonely face
Eyes sad cheeks shaved clean
They tell of an inner wilderness.
A space that you alone traverse
There's none but yourself to converse
Outside the teeming world roars
You are shut within closed doors.
Soon you compromise for a sleep
No dreams to soothe no relationship
No lullaby to douse the heart's fire
You embrace the dark, slip into its mire.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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