I Remember My Last December by Faceless Mirror

I remember my last December.


Looking at the dusty pictures,
my eyes grow bitterly cold.

It consumes me!

A second later,
I toss away the key.

I succumb to depression!

Stress soaks the brain.

Will the door
always remain locked?

It hypnotized me!

The secret has absolute control
to conquer my poetic shadow.




© Faceless Mirror