My Mirror Of Great Horror Poem by Kayla Daley

The rain drips
A heart rips
In lonely nights
Battling hard fights
No helping hands
Devil's whispering commands
See right wrong
For how long?
My sad days
My angry ways
My death calls
The sun falls
My anxiety comes
In gloomy rooms
In dark places
With no spaces
See light shine
Its morning time
I find comfort
Through God's effort
But Night again
Feel terrible pain
My haunting dreams
And bad extremes
The stressful events
Have no relents
The breaking crumbling
Hearing my mumbling
My fake smiles
The reflecting tiles
On my mirror
Of great Horror
wrote Sept 3,2011