mirror, Mirror

Just something I wrote a few years ago and actually still like:)

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Hear the scream to break
The fall.
Spider we patterns of
Broken glass,
The mirror image will be
The last.
Damned life,
Damned soul,
Use what's left of
your control.
Trace the distorted image with
Trembling hands;
Feel it all slipping away,
Like tiny gritty grains of sand
Fire or Ice
Maybe this is the price
Of the only thing
you've dreamed.
The dream of simply
Losing your being.
Go ahead, and yell
It out
There's no one left to hear
You scream.
No angel to rip you from
This dream

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[alifeacoustic]

This reads and flows beautifully, giving the reader the feel of wanting freedom from what others perceive you as, or maybe what you see isnt what you feel and the want to leave bodily form behind and be the inner you, free.ovely write. Thank you for sharing.