Suicidal
In my mirror
A child is reflected in my eyes
Surrounded by countless wrinkles
My heart feels like a child
While my brain can't shake
The shadow of death
Now I greet each day like
A prisoner waiting to die
I reach down pick up the
Hammer from the tools
And I smash the mirror
committing premeditated
murder
Copyright © Carolyn Marie Baatz | Year Posted 2022
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