The Nightfall Reservoir
March 14, 2013
In my face lies
The familiar stone smile
Lines etched
They bespeak the constant fear
Dark circles
They house the cloaked self
Where…where…where…
I blame it on the soul robber
Heart scars
They clamor for my yesterdays
Whispered screams
They usher in the todays
Late…late…late…
Falling down my cheeks
Chiseled regrets
They drip into the nightfall reservoir
Bottomless basin
They ripple into the mocking mirror
Shatter…shatter…shatter…
But the funny thing about water
It neither begins nor ends