Mirror, Mirror

Your smooth panes, catching the light--

three way reflection; three way strike--

shutter it away; I want to be blind!

Is there nothing, no pretty sight?

Is there really nothing to like?

Shut it away--mirror, mirror be kind!

I want your lies, not the truth.

Is this all I have? Nothing but youth?

Maybe if I throw a stone with all my might,

it will shatter these stains--these unwanted quarries--

down back to where they belongs, out of sight,

where no one can see, no one can praise their glories--

And then maybe things will be right--

maybe then they will seek my stories.

Author's Note

I think it's called an Alfred Dorn sonnet. Idk. Abandon rhythm, all ye who read!

Reviews

[Michael Soul]

i have to say falling in ones refection to a dislike to what is seen
words put well

[Deepshikha]

oh, thank you!

[Emunah June.]

Wow. This was quite unlike the stuff I normally read on here. It had meaning, depth, and a story behind it. Those last lines sent a few chills down my spine:

And then maybe things will be right
Maybe then they will seek my stories.

I really liked those lines. I think that couplet appeals to everyone who reads this, because we all at one point have lived in the shadow of expectation and high-standard. Therefore, we constantly look for a way to shatter these things so people will like us for us, and not for what they want us to be. The form was also really creative and different. I liked it alot and it made a sort of connection with me. Thank you for the share. :)