This is not my work, this is my friend's so I take absolutely no ownership for this poem. However, I'd still like comments and reviews so I could pass it on. Love it, loath it, live it, trash it.
The face stares back at me.
Wandering eyes like a curious child.
Free from life is his soul from trouble.
Openly, the joy seems lacking from his face.
I stare longing for what I see.
I turn away from the mirror.
