A Bit Short. Poem by Safiyyah Manjra

I have been staring at this broken heart,
Written clear in the mirror from the start.
Easy to tear apart.

What is it that you thought?
This fragile mind of mine is at fault?

The orange night lamp on the street still smiles even though it sees pollution.
Somehow I have become the tarnished orange street lamp in full function.

To think a spoon-full of that medicine call love would suffice,
But not only has it become an antagonist with a high asking price.
Of my time alone in vice.

So roll the dice,
Let's play a small gamble with water on ice.