Reflections

A hardened shell of a sad face dropping
Brick tears an blue silk lace reflecting
Off only glass
Only glass.

Scratches and clutter surrounding
Guarding pants, socks, and sleeves waiting
Patient for heavy skin.

Dusty hinges on an empty frame left
For the sun to darken, to gather
Up forgotten thoughts left by the corners.

White doors with paneled wood holding
Small cracks seeping saltwater and
Shaky pictures.

Gray skies paint the walls high
Up waiting solely for the night to
Settle and die.

Sun shining low enough to say
Hello at 5 o'clock when
The picture by the windowsill smiles.

Happy faces used to occupy the
Walls now lies and crinkled
Eyes lay buried beside them.

An image unclear, seeming forever
Opaque with wonders of whether
This world is real or fake.

Words bounce off of
A reflective surface
Off only glass
It's only glass.