Bald

In front of a mirror I stand
With a shaving machine in hand...

Watching a reflection
But seeing nothing
Other than a figure without affection...

On goes the machine
Playing the expected scene ~

Down goes the hair
Falling ~~
With Images of beauty, love, and Fair...

Now the outside suits the in
A waste land and a hollow ~
An emptiness with no end...

Sarah Ibrahim ©

by Sarah Ibrahim

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