The Little Things

The little things in life,
Are the ones that make us strive.

Hopes and dreams and rings,
Are no match for the little things.

Forget not the little joys we share,
For without them, our life is laid bare,

Dressed in Rust

I look at myself in the mirror.

A smiling face.

A half forgotten face

Is it me? Am I who I see?

Are the chains on me?

I smell rust,

Rust in the air

What is this place?

This palace of hollowness

Of darkness.

“Son, you are dressed in rust.”

and I realise

The rust is me.

The darkness,

The face in the mirror

And the mirror

Is me.