OF WAX


Across the room in silence

She sat in a brown chair

Reflecting on dreams in the mirror

Where had the years gone


Not old and still not young

Caught in between the here

And what was

In the way she walks can be seen pain


Despair has become a friend

Someone to hold on to

Solace in memories

Twisting with time into corrupted misery


Her lips curl while she smiles

No laughter in a heart broken

So many loves gone now

She thought to move forward


Yet life and her mind bring her back

No beginnings to the end

A circle turned upon itself

Torn into pieces without form


A puzzle to confused

Without dimension or meaning

Who is she, where is she from

A wax figure distorted


Michael V Hechtman Copyright 2000