That darker room at some corner,
abandoned for years,weary of dampness.
Deliberately you hid the Mirror,
for you are afraid, embarassed,
that it might reflect, the truth,
that you dare not to see.
Or, you might disgust at the bruises,
the rashes, the wounds, the blisters,
that still bleed, emit foul.
Or, could scream when the shackles,
refuse to break,
Throttling around your ankles, besides neck,
Or, looking right into the worn out eyes,
might gather some pity,
To, jump off the cliff,
Or to lay down inside the casket,
So, to be lost, away from the mirror,
into the deep blue,into the soil,
And when the light fades gradually,
You will be gone,forever,
and, ever and ever.