She looked at the mirror
Admiring the beauty she saw
Reflected from
The shiny glass, sparkling bright.
As time passed by she saw herself
growing more beautiful each day
And wanted it to remain that way.
But the mirror was merely a glass
Reflecting only the truth
Or maybe a distorted perception of truth
No matter who looked at it.
And with the ticking clock,
She no longer saw the beauty
She longed to see.
Instead, it reflected her guilt,
Her sins and all of whom she wronged.
Time passed by quickly.
So much so that it was hardly enough
To fix her mistakes nor repent.
It reflected her memories
Everything she now saw herself as and
One by one, they reminded her.
'Do not forget. Remember.'
Reminded her of her unpunished crimes
Her own mind abused and
Shot bullet like images to her soul.
'This is what you did. Remember.'
It screamed.
'Remember, remember, remember...'
Now the mirror is nothing but a shard
Shining with just as much life as it had before
And her wrongdoings more violently so.
Her life, her memories, her misdeeds
All was gone almost in an instant
And in the end all that was left
Were the broken pieces, left behind
Unsolved. Unfixed.
Lost too much to surrender.
And now, nothing left
To forget.
Nothing left to
Remember.
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Where All The Flowers Bloom
Poetry"...Beware of the voice that sings pretty lies. A song. A tune. An enchanting melody. His name is Misery." This is a reminder for everyone, that no matter how difficult life gets, it is still truly worth living.
