An Empty Reflection
What happens when what was fun,
Becomes so dull and numb.
I’ve become full of someone.
Who has pulled me undone.
Who is this person?
Turning Vincent to a version
Who spits at the empty mirror.
Disappointed in his own desertion.
Listening to LINKIN PARK,
My eyes glistening into the sinking dark.
My life stops as my thinking start.
My thoughts slow my ticking heart.
Ballads by Valid #10
Part of the New Theory contributor poetry series.
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