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Broken Mirror

The broken pieces of the mirror lay shattered on the bathroom floor.
A face is reflected up into my eyes.
This face is not like the one everyone else sees.
it is twisted, and distorted through fear, and pain. and loss.
this visage frightens me, and shock runs over the fragmented image.
What have I become? was it really me that created this glass myriad on the floor?
I look to the bloody knuckles. They tell the tale all to well.
how?... when?? why???
A sigh escapes my lips, and a single tear drips down my nose, into the remains of the mirror.
As the teardrop hits the mess, the sun comes flaring over the windowsill,
aimed into this mix of glass and blood.
light floods the room, refracting off of the hundreds of pieces of flaming diamond laying on the floor.
The light blinds me, and I am dazed for a minute.
I look back down, into the tangle of my sorrow, and see a new face.
one undistorted.
on that is simply another confused human, hugging onto his broken heart.
I cast away my sadness, I cast away the sorrow.
I turn and walk away...
to find a broom.
and some bandages.

by Veninedge
posted on 02/24/2008

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Comments: 7

Comment by brokenXbruisedXbleeding: Feb 29, 2008 8:07 pm
i liked this poem alot.. great job
Comment by Tequilla: Feb 29, 2008 11:43 am
hmm. I like it. good.
Comment by tearsofrain: Feb 24, 2008 3:30 pm
sun is good, i've decided.
i am definetly a creature of the light.
and mirrors are dumb.
notice everyone has a mirror poem? i wonder if i have one... ponders
Comment by funkyninja898: Feb 24, 2008 2:57 pm
i agree also, love the imagery. very well put in words. great job!
Comment by crazyforcodymylove: Feb 24, 2008 11:37 am
I agree with Sinnerindeed very good
Comment by livelife: Feb 24, 2008 10:41 am
very interesting!
Comment by SinnerIndeed: Feb 24, 2008 10:01 am
That's really good, love the imagery, love the word choice, great job

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