Just the same

by DarkLight   Jul 18, 2012


By now death won't face the mirrors.
Afraid of erasing or breaking them.
And much more afraid
of being erased or of breaking
Just the same
there's always one mirror left watching itself in death
as though death were simply
a mirror of mirrors,
one mirror facing another
with nothing now in between.

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  • 12 years ago

    by Lioness

    This is quite an interesting poem.

    I know you used the word mirror a lot in this poem but I don't think it ruined it, it may have been needed and should be left as it is.

    x

    • 12 years ago

      by DarkLight

      Thanx queen of the pride.