The Broken Mirror
In my dream-
there is a broken mirror
it is so gorgeous and wood-framed
but is shattered.
It stands in an ancient room and is beyond repair.
The mirror a reminder
of beauty
that is fading, or perhaps a death.
Oh, it could be grief, decay and withering away.
I have plenty of that within my soul,
or it could be accepting aging
represented by that ancient room,
as nothing is forever in this life.
Oh, I am afraid of this dream as it is full of unknown,
let me fly back now to my cozy bed
a girl sleeping . . .
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December 1, 2016
Poetry/Verse/The Broken Mirror
Copyright Protected, ID 16-854-479-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the Contest 244,
sponsor, Brian Strand
Fourth Place
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