I Stare deep, deep into the mirror but the face was still,

The heart, full of emotions has gone down the hill.

No movement, no expression, just those empty bags, soulless,

The stare boreing deep and deep into a listless mess.

The smile is gone, just like her hope,

The happiness is a facade which helps to cope.

The tears are there but won't fall,

The pain, the suffering is what she feels at all.

The twinkling mischief, the child is gone,

To an unknown place or maybe a lost home.

Half dead or full, hard to tell,

The stare is deep, like a wounded spell.

The eyes want to express but fail,

All left, nothing gained, yet to avail.

The Stare deep, deep boreing into the mirror a little too much,

Finally the glass shattered and there remained nothing to touch.