Mirrors

2:25 PM Poetry 0 Comments

The mirror is looking back at me
eyes pleading silently
begging me to fix
the gaping hole thats in the middle
I was never good with tools but
I do all that I can to keep it from shattering
watching from a distance
but close enough to catch the pieces
Bound and gagged with piano wire,
I watch with horror as the mirror cries
showing me the shards inside
Medication doesn't last forever
Now its done try to forget
Flush away prescription regret
It kills me every time
To see reflected loss of time
Fairy tales sometimes come true
If anyone deserves a happy ending, its you.