The Mirror

This beautiful yet fractured mirror..

Every last piece destroyed..

The single shard left..

Shows signs of remorse..

Maybe a bit of sorrow..

Nothing can heal it..

Sadly.. 

Nothing wants to..

Nobody wants to look at the mirror..

This beautiful yet fractured mirror..

It startles and frightens.. 

It fights to live..

It cracks more and more everyday..

It accepts it’s fate.. 

To be created and then dying alone..

It stands alone against the world..

Nothing left than one shard..

Nobody wants to be with the mirror..

This beautiful yet fractured mirror..

It tells tales of the most terrifying places on earth..

It shows not a sign of light..

It shows pieces of the darkest places of heart..

It’s seen everything..

Yet it has seen nothing..

It knows all..

It knows nothing..

This mirror is my friend..

A Fallen Hero - The Mirror

Written : 05/03/2011

Dedication : Close friend..

Author's Note

Honest Opinion

Reviews

[Cocoacandy]

wow... i quite enjoyed this different side of poetry from you. loss, and sadness, yet not quite as much bone-wrenching anger. good work, keep it up honey!
*cocoabean*

[Brook Hughes]

Great poem. A lot of people look at themselves in the mirror and do not like what they see. I agree with J.M. Keep writing.

[Brad]

how true, bro, this why i title my first book of poetry, "reflect shuns in a broken mirror" because i didn't take a look at myself until after i smashed the goddamn thing

[J.M]

I guess the odd thing about mirrors is that a lot of us look into them, and see what we dislike about ourselves. But we don't usually look at the mirror itself, so when people say they hate mirrors in fact it means they hate themselves. Perhaps we should ease up on the mirrors themselves. Then sometimes when people are stuck on a low, it takes the best people to pull them up. Fantastic imagery and a really lovely idea.

The mirror I guess is a different thing for everybody. When I look in the mirror I usually see what I like about myself, but when people don't like it, the mirror seems to shatter. If that makes sense?
Life is hard and may break you but you can always get back up! Keep on fighting!!

[Coyote Poetry]

When I look into the mirror. I see a old man. A interesting poem. A lot of people see more or less. I believe we need to care about appearance. Also good to take care of mind and thoughts. A poem with a internal struggle to understanding what is really looking back at us? A excellent poem.
Coyote