Poem -

Reflection

Oh no.
Here she comes

I can hear it, 
Car door slamming 
Feet stomping 
Door...opening

She’s here.

I can feel her presence
Rage Radiating 
Sorrow saddening 
Depression deepening

Not just hers, 
But mine too

I see it as she looks.
Not at me, 
But at the wall

I see it in her eyes
The emptiness
The hole in her soul

I can’t help but wonder, 
Am I seeing her,
Or a reflection of myself?

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Rose Sho

Nicely written...Welcome to Cosmo

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