Monday, May 21, 2012

Trapped. Again.

Those kohl-lined eyes
guard a fortress of secrets –
unheard, unsaid and
ignored, mostly.
a gleam of faint familiarity
that sparkles in the black,
like fireflies in the night,
or a pin-prick of sunlight
in the closed coffin of life.
I am free,
and yet,
every time I look at her,
I feel trapped
in my own reflection.

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