The Mirror

Posted by Ana Castillo on Thursday, November 27, 2014 Under: Poetry

Standing

Eyes wide open

Open field

Field of flowers

Flowers of love

Love of lust

Lust for him

Him being wrong

Wrong for me

Standing.

I see the past.

Past voices.

Voices that speak.

Speak loud and scream

Scream to forget

Forget those reflected

Reflected in the mirror.

Mirror of imagination

Imagination of the young

Young and innocent

Innocent and unaware

Unaware of the world.

World of evil

Standing

Tears pouring down

Down on lost trust

Trust to not break promises

Promises that are consumed

Consumed with lies

Lies that creep

Creep through the eyes

Eyes of friends

Friends who are foes

Foes who talk badly

Badly with hate

Hate from envy

Envy from pain

Pain. Pain from home.

Walking...

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Ana Castillo

Bronx, Ny

Media Studies Major at Queens College Photographer, Writer and Enthusiast The world is my my book, I edit the pages.

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