Cellar Mirror

I feel a sense of age

Dust is on my brow

Darkness is my domain

Distress is my emotion

I hear things every day

But see them, no

No I do not see!

To have eyes again

To see the people

I used to see every day

But see no more

So now I stare

At the deep black oblivion

Abandoned and forgotten

Wishing for a hope

Never to come my way