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Mirror

A poem to the past

By Jackson ReavisPublished 9 months ago 1 min read
Mirror
Photo by Михаил Секацкий on Unsplash

1980.

Big hair.

Bright colors.

Boom box.

And you.

You’re stuck there.

The past your home.

The present your prison.

I am the present.

You look at me.

You see yourself.

A mirror.

A reflection of your failure.

A cracked mirror.

For I am not you.

Your reflection is your own.

But nothing is your fault.

So you keep looking.

And you.

Boom box.

Bright colors.

Big hair.

1980.

Familysad poetry

About the Creator

Jackson Reavis

My first instinct when I encounter strong emotions is to write, and mold them into something I understand. These are the results. Please enjoy!

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