The Mirror Poem by Tina MacAdam

Cold lonely eyes
Filled with hurt and confusion
Looking back at you
From an emotionless face
A tired drained emotionless face
And a broken body
Are what are looking back at you
From a broken mirror
Hanging on a bloody wall
Down a very quiet hallway
In a dusty old house
That used to be called home
Back when there was no broken heart or bones
When the only pain that resided there
Was fixed by something simple
When the everyday was amazing
When there was laughter and joy
All of that has left though
There is no happiness here any longer
There is nothing but a eerie silence
As you whisper goodbye to it all one last time
You look at the cold lonely eyes
Pleading to be saved
In a broken mirror