Abby Christeen Whaley

Mirror, Mirror - Poem by Abby Christeen Whaley

Mirror, mirror
Cracked on my wall
Dirt is my story teller
Why must you tell my pain?
My life
My truth and lies..
Mirror, mirror
Cracked on my wall
Dirt is the past from my past
I have looked closer and closer
My and tired
My mouth open for air
I touch you
I cry..
I hear you
I die..
I miss you
I fall..
I love you
I'm missing
Mirror, mirror
Cracked on my wall
Dirt covers my cuts on my arm
Deep and bloody
I reach
They grow..
You crack
I bleed..
I break, you break
We fall, we grow
I am cracked on my wall
Dirt cover my cuts that are my past from pasts
Mirror, mirror
Cracked on my wall
Dirt is our cover
We...are same...

Comments about Mirror, Mirror by Abby Christeen Whaley

  • Joshua Fegley (1/6/2013 2:58:00 AM)

    Good poem Abby. Interesting poem on our woes of life. Peace. (Report) Reply

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  • David Beckham (1/6/2013 12:29:00 AM)

    Moments of reflections bounce of the mirror. Our battle scars in plain sight. You have done marvelous. TFS 10/10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 6, 2013

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