Mired in mirrors
once more
Spiralling doubt
Aching
might-have-beens
millions strong
In lucid eyes
tears form
Choking threats
brimming
Wash-me-aways
grow large
Stuck in moments
Mired in
defeatist self
Engulfing
inertia-ridden-pauses
suck me down
Sucked into
the mire
Stuck
Stuck
Stuck
Come
wash me away
you tears
Please
come
wash me away
Swelling
Swallowing
Come to wash
me away
Wash me away
Wash me away
Come tears
Please
wash me away
[from HeĮp Cenƚer’s prompt: A tear drop]
