The Mirror
Self-Reflection (yes...)
the mirror
doesn't say much in reply,
when I ask it
what, where and why
the mirror
doesn't say much at all,
as it stares
hanging on the wall
i look in hope
for something fresh,
instead I see
the same old flesh,
I hope to see
a me I can believe,
will do better
and not deceive
the mirror
doesn't say much in reply,
as I strike it
it doesn't wonder why
it still looks blankly
on the wall
with no expression,
feeling at all
the mirror,
it mocks me, so I feel
it offers derision,
no push to heal,
as it stares
with disapproval, disgust
destroy the mirror
I know I must
*
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Author's Notes: I both hate mirrors and find them intensely fascinating.
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Comments (6)
This is really good.
Liking the flow here a lot and this got a little snigger from me at the end. Yes, destroy it!!! Smash that fucker! 😁
Oooo, this reminded me of my poem, The Mirror Journey. I don't hate mirrors but hope that one day, I would realise that my reflection moves independently of me hehehehhehehe. Loved your poem!
Mirror, mirror on the wall....
I don't like them much either. At least not when I'm the one standing in front of it. If I'm off to the side catching an angle, that's a different matter. I take it you're not superstitious about destroying/breaking mirrors.
Lucid and agonizing!