Submissions by jlittman

A light shines through, disrupting the peace.
He sits up, for he cannot sleep.
He opens the blinds to find the source,
But what he sees, is so much worse.

He sees himself, but not his true reflection,
What’s in the glass, is a dark complexion.
He sees no smile, no light in his eyes.
He sees no stars shining in the skies.
For what he sees, is a blank expression.
To him he knows this is no deception.

The outside world, calm and peaceful,
Is an example of how he is not an equal.
He forces a smile, but the reflection stays still.
His...