My Wretched Reflection

I look in the mirror,

And find a reflection.

So bold but empty.

So sweet but hostile.

It stares back at me,

So I plainly turn away.

But it won’t even flinch.

It keeps staring at me.

This such piercing glare.

So I again shift my head,

And retreat to my room.

I grab a yarned blanket,

Redraw to the mirror

And throw it over the mirror.

I plunge to my knees,

And sorrow in hopelessness.

So the curse reflection,

Now no more lays upon me.

But it seems I’ve cried and cried,

That I cried myself to sleep.

But again when deep in trance,

The blanket awkwardly slips,

And again it gazes through me.

Poem by Black'nd.Blue.Rose

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