The
Cracked glass
Gave
A view
Of
All the
Crushed hopes
And
Broken dreams.
I couldn't
Look away.
It all
Seemed so
Familiar.
My eyes
Were
Searching.
What,
Had I
Expected?
Respite,
Realizations,
Acceptance
Or
Resignation?
The,
All important
Search.
I stared,
At the mirror.
Instead of,
Seeing my
Reflection.
I saw
Right through,
My own self.
YOU ARE READING
Mirage.
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