Poem By Sinnaminsun Sinnaminsun
No reflection cast within their backward gleam,
There is no looking past to beyond the stressing seam.
All is thrown to outer edge,
as distilled souls now meekly pledge.
A sullen forfeit too inept to try,
within their souls that just can't cry.
I've come to down and out I go,
from this place though you won't know.