Mirror, Mirror Poem by Abby Christeen Whaley

Mirror, Mirror



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 eyes..red 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 OF THE POEM
Joshua Fegley 06 January 2013

Good poem Abby. Interesting poem on our woes of life. Peace.

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David Beckham 06 January 2013

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

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