Mirror

Mirror.


He look's into the mirror,

To be horrified at what is seen.

He thought it was a apprehension,

What was only in his dreams.



A broken mess,

Of scattered fragments.

Something that's not whole,

Seeing dark pieces parted an decepit.



He was sure he was being led here,

Sure everything was suitable.

But looking himself in the eye,

The vision isn't too radient.



The crevices an missing pieces,

Have left the pieces asunder.

He wonders what the feeling is,

Cause the rumbles aren't thunder.



Something he strives to have,

It's missing. . .Not to be finished.

So his soul hasn't anything left,

Almost all has dimished.



His search for the final fragment,

Before his heart dissappears.

Something that can't be found,

Something that he's always feared.



The piece has been lost for so long,

Yet it's been his deprivation for eternity.

The entity is un-existant,

The love very scarce.

Something he's just let be.



To be blackened for enternity,

Or to find the passion that's been absent.

He searches no longer,

For the antagonistic stuggle hasn't become his heaven-sent.



So the reflection an fragments,

Of his soulful presence.

Are either to be lost or found.

He is worried for his soul's essence.



So the reflection is left broken,

The pieces left looking like a smear.

So he's left lookin at the broken reflection,

In the flawless piece of glass they call a,"Mirror"