Mirrors

Flashbacks, memories, Letters, albums, videos, All meaning the same thing, Missing pieces of our present state, Unknown parts of our coming future, Broken mirror pieces. A cracked ruin wall, A replica of my past, Each crack a mistake, Too great to cover up, Then my life, like the wall, Shattered into pieces. Many are the debris, Like the tears I’ve shed, A glance at each piece, Reflecting a different scenario, With identical faces, Full of sadness and tears, Reaching out to broken mirror pieces, And again I smash them, But my mind runs wild, Because the result is wanting, More faces, more tears, More broken mirror pieces.