Midnight mirrors

by TheMask   Dec 2, 2015


This desolate night
White puff balls float down
Each unique from one another
Reflecting what images pop in my head
Taking them away
As they collect at my feet
Like my tears falling endlessly
Slowly giving me amnesia
Each drop, each puff, each memory
Slowly falls down
False hope driven by memories
Just like the snow they melt
Soon reflecting what the memories make
Me
(This is the first draft which evolved into a separate poem called Memory if you liked this one you might like the other)

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  • 8 years ago

    by BlueJay

    Lol. I love the title hun! :P

    This is a nicely condensed version of the other poem which gives off a similar air from a different perspective of sorts, and I like that. Also the simplicity kept you from making the same form mistakes I already sorta yelled at you for (What can I say, I fell like I'm your big sis when it comes to writing! :P )

    Anyway, great flow. Beautiful structure. Amazing word choice. One of your best writes so far!

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