Elya Thorn - My Babel Tower

Silver raindrops, the sky cries
On this mirror maze,

Lonely I feel, even if
My reflections are all around me,

Sad and empty inside,
Building a Babel tower,
With these mirror bricks!

The gods fight me,
Sending down a storm,

I fall...
And so does my tower of dreams...

Shards of mirror,
Shards of my reflection, in my skin...

©1st of June 2006, Elya Thorn

I have submitted this poem to two poetry contests.

Elya Thorn

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