The Reflection of What Used to Be

I made this one day while reflecting on my past...for some reason....

The reflection of what used to be

Is now a piece of shattered glass

Never truely ment to be

The reflection of what used to be

Is but only the past

Never truely ment to last

The reflection of what used to be

Is shattered on the floor

In tiny little pieces

The reflection of the past

Was never truely ment to be

The reflection of what used to be

Is only ever-lasting misery

Author's Note

Ignore grammar problems and grammitcal errors.

Reviews

[Von Alis]

Beautiful, I love it. The repetition is wonderful, especially in a poem about mirrors, I feel the longing for what maybe should have been. Awesome job!