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Opposing Mirrors
#WritcoPoemPrompt53
A silver mirror kept in my room,
showcasing everything in an impartial way,
It lits everything with its silver gloom,
when it gets hit by the golden sunray.
In it I see thousands of myself,
consecutively diminishing in size.
In 'me' resides the mirror and its shelf;
I swallowed them without their demise
I had looked the mirror for years like a dresser,
It seems to be the home of my race.
Many times, I wish I could get closer, And feel the warmth of its embrace.
Though I swallow many legs and mouths,
I have none to walk nor speak,
And so, my home I'll forever think about.
I'll watch as my weary heart grows weak.
I wish to share with the mirror, my story,
But I was meant to die with it.
I will never be put out of my misery,
Except I am broken and grinded to grit.
© Hazard. T
A silver mirror kept in my room,
showcasing everything in an impartial way,
It lits everything with its silver gloom,
when it gets hit by the golden sunray.
In it I see thousands of myself,
consecutively diminishing in size.
In 'me' resides the mirror and its shelf;
I swallowed them without their demise
I had looked the mirror for years like a dresser,
It seems to be the home of my race.
Many times, I wish I could get closer, And feel the warmth of its embrace.
Though I swallow many legs and mouths,
I have none to walk nor speak,
And so, my home I'll forever think about.
I'll watch as my weary heart grows weak.
I wish to share with the mirror, my story,
But I was meant to die with it.
I will never be put out of my misery,
Except I am broken and grinded to grit.
© Hazard. T
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