In her world of shattered mirrors
light and day die..
with no love to dearer
her mind lets her see...
The past beyond me
her ears let her hear
what god is to fear
her mind becomes stronger
but she feels no longer
her soul becomes dead
as she lies in her bed
and as the night comes to take her,
even love can not wake her.....

nicely done...good rhyming, doesn't sound very forced. i like it. sounds almost like a poem i wrote before...keep up the good work.

I really like the way you put together the words for the rhyming scheme, and the picture you give is really clear, and the tone is really set early which I like. And I like the way you concluded the poem in the sense that she doesn't die right away like many people would, but instead lead her to the inevitable death in a way if that makes sense at all. Good work keep it up