By Amine M’Siouri on Pexels

Why can I find no joy in the world
The reflected image of what I want to be
Looking out of the empty glass

Instead there is anger staring back
Anger in avaricious eyes
The ire of a gaunt face bereft of love
Starving for a kind eye I wish I could spare

If only anger and sadness made more room
For love on the face in the mirror
Instead of bringing up bile and smoke from
The throat that wishes no life
Not even its own

Reflections do not hear the cries of their reality
It is a copy and a caricature of humanity
I must walk away from the glass
If I am ever to see a joyous world

Seeing no reflected image there
But touching and holding close souls
That have the courage to be

MA in Classics: Latin poetry as well as myth and folklore. Writes mostly poetry and book reviews. Part-time Latin tutor:

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