Mirror of Memories

If I saw you, I’ll fall
We fall back to serene our sullied minds
Empty photo frames without photographs that call
A shapeless puddle of rain reveals our horrendous kind

I looked into the mirror of memories
The disastrous ghost looked back at me at the start
Its glassy red beads shone the catastrophes
It lit up the unwanted for me to my heart

I looked into the mirror of memories
I looked away from the catastrophes 

I looked into the mirror of memories
We protect the tongues of flames
That lights up the vast sea of tragedies
Repeatedly forcing ourselves to blame

I looked into the mirror of memories
On the verge of survival nor death
We are lost, lost to our inner priorities
The weary doll on the wall lost its breath

I looked into the mirror of memories
I looked away from the tragedies
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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