Mirror, Mirror

Basically this poem is about a mirror breaking.

Shiny and silver hinting, held up by a mere rusting nail

The frame, tainted and sinned from all of the black eyes

Who have robbed its will of happiness

Only the hopeless souls peer into this reflecting door

Yet the thousands of faces have saddened it

One blood drop for every frown, two for each running tear

There was one pair of eyes, midnight black

Unique, a morbid nightmare

Black rivers...

Black rivers descend from her glazed sanctuaries

Long, tangled strands grow damp

She runs, unable to glance at her own misery

It was no longer a shiny silver

But a rich, dark, crimson red

A storm was settling over head, eighteen hours to go

That night was rainy, still the blood held like sap

The stained and drenched object soon felt a burning

It was suffocating, drowning in its own filth, twelve hours to go

If one had listened close enough that day

The small, sharp and painful scream

That escaped through the lines of cracks forming

Violently it bled, all of its untold secrets came pouring down

Curdling it exploded, forcing its blasphemous shards at each memory

Not a soul in sight, while it ceased to shatter anymore

Broken,

Mangled, 

Bleeding. 

Author's Note

A poem I wrote for English class back in high school.

Reviews

[Zakari Schmidt]

That's a hardcore poem for high school! You can look into a mirror everyday and never see yourself grow..is a mirror all it can be, or are reflections from something we're missing

[NymphetamineDame]

Thanks for reading! My teacher wasn't sure what to make of this when i handed it in. :)

[Invisible]

sounds better than some of the poems I wrote in high school, let me tell you.

[NymphetamineDame]

Thank you.

[Steve]

This sounds expert!

[NymphetamineDame]

Really? You think so? Thank you.

[Steve]

You are good at this. Keep writing.

[Rob Santana]

This is a creative piece of work. NICELY DONE.

[Whiskurz]

You have talent as a writer my friend.....Never stop.......Whisk

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it breaks into my mind like many shards raining

[soliloquy]

You seem to have a vivid, strong imagination. I love the pictures this puts in my mind...

A little scary though!

[NymphetamineDame]

Scary can be good and thank you for the review.