Broken Mirror - Poem
They don't lie,
They don't scream,
They cower in fear,
In fear of truth.
These mirrors they are dead,
They lay broken.
Broken to show true reflection,
Broken for good.
Random thoughts drifting by,
Dreams cascading into a black butterfly.
Confounding was the excruciating pain,
That blinded them,
Never to look again,
Into that evil broken mirror.
Piecing the glass shield,
They were sucked into the plane.
Dreadful was the stressful journey,
Into abyss and deep darkness.
They ran scattered through the lanes,
Searching for a spot,
To hide,
From the ugly monster.
Truth it was called,
Rarely people dared.
Face it,
To die a painful one.