7 Years Gone
Cracking breaks the dead silence-
Piece upon piece holds steadily in place,
7 Years Gone down the drain,
A thousand faces hide the pain.
Blood drips from shattered fragments;
Red stains act as glue.
Staring into this broken glass,
All I see is you.
Holder of truth that brings lies to light-
Hanging on a crumbling wall,
Requires light, but instead fed darkness;
Alone in a world so small.
Sunlight banished from bringing life to the inside of its frame
Reminiscing reflections long ago in the past,
This mirror cannot last.
Overcome by shame, screaming at the glass with blame,
It shatters
And falls like diamonds upon a dusty floor.
Reaction upon reaction-
Dust settles and rests.
Floor aged by debris and particles,
Human life has forgotten this dark, lonely place.
Dust settles on the pieces of glass,
A false beauty to never be seen again.
7 Years Gone.
A mirror can control images but not time.
Piece upon piece holds steadily in place,
7 Years Gone down the drain,
A thousand faces hide the pain.
Blood drips from shattered fragments;
Red stains act as glue.
Staring into this broken glass,
All I see is you.
Holder of truth that brings lies to light-
Hanging on a crumbling wall,
Requires light, but instead fed darkness;
Alone in a world so small.
Sunlight banished from bringing life to the inside of its frame
Reminiscing reflections long ago in the past,
This mirror cannot last.
Overcome by shame, screaming at the glass with blame,
It shatters
And falls like diamonds upon a dusty floor.
Reaction upon reaction-
Dust settles and rests.
Floor aged by debris and particles,
Human life has forgotten this dark, lonely place.
Dust settles on the pieces of glass,
A false beauty to never be seen again.
7 Years Gone.
A mirror can control images but not time.
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When I wrote this poem I was thinking about an old cracked mirror left alone in an abandoned warehouse or home somewhere. Everything there was unattended to and dusty and aged. I could really picture it in my head so I translated that on paper.