She takes a look at her life
and sees nothing but
words trapped in time.
Images of herself stuck in the mirror like photographs
she despises herself
for the moment
and sleep has abandoned her.
What is in her head
is something she created
and cannot blame anyone else for.
'
Now the question is
how to escape?
She hopes sleep finds her again.
and post more of your poems, i'll be sure to read them!