RK’s poetry archive

Thru the fog

Thru the fog there is a mirror.

The reflection reveals a girl:

The pity I feel for her is crippling.
She is all too familiar.
I can’t help but feel enraged;
those monsters contaminated her.

She thought she was aware of what she was doing.
She thought she knew what was coming.
Silly girl,
stupid child.
They will never leave you now,
forever they will trail behind you like a dog.