#WritcoPoemPrompt48
Write a poem about a time that your illusions of someone or something were shattered.
I came back home, everything was shattered.
Tried to pick up the pieces and patch up my wounds,
almost everything was collapsed and burnt,
but not the mirror.
I took a close look in the mirror and i noticed only the reality is burned and destroyed,the reflection of what i have done remains the same even without a scratch!
© Ashok.M.L