The Cracked Mirror
Sweat beads glistened
On her forehead,
Her thoughts lay misted
By a forlorn memory thread.
Guilt-ridden and filled with remorse
Compelled to erase the vermillion,
Which once adorned her centrebrows,
Instils in her, a vengeant rebellion.
Her pale face and teary eyes
Speak volumes about
Her procastinations and hushed cries,
Rendering her lonely, even in the crowd.
Despondence, regret and sheer grim:
A plethora of emotions bubbled up deep within
Her famished heart, filling it to the brim
And beckoning the reminisces of her sin.
The cracked mirror on the cluttered wall
Showed her what is hidden across the window pane,
A crestfallen reflection of hers, standing tall
In the desolate memory lane.