A shattered mirror lays before my eyes,
I stare down into it with wonder,
Looking for a moment into its jagged edges at my own reflection,
I watched as my image vanished and in each piece, another face stared back,
I knew none of them and not one was the same,
Somehow we were all connected,
Each face stared back in equal wonder and awe,
We became close,
Gave advice and combined our thoughts
Though as time went on I found myself caring less for lives I couldn't even touch
Until I nearly forgot their faces and the calling we seemed to have together,
For years now I went about my life,
Only to return to say a friendly hello,
Imagine my surprise when I found many of them had changed,
Not only that but quite a few no longer lived their dead faces staring back at me hopelessly,
Each life looked more shattered then the glass I viewed them through.
We lost our love for each other,
I forgot that though I owed them no time or conversation
That each one of those faces had relied on me in some way
How many days went by where I had wished for another to make me feel human again?
How many days did I cry alone?
How many lives could I have saved?
(Welp that's it no more reading more than five poems by Edgar Allen Poe alone in the dark)
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Invisible Ink
PuisiMy random poetry that expresses my thoughts feelings and experiences. Many of these poems reflect some of the darker times in my life while others celebrate how blessed I have found myself to be. However quite a few of these are not about me. I have...
