Afflicted

Broken mirrors laying sharded on the grass
Afraid of damage, the pieces to touch
Reflected one thousand times over
Exposed to forces hidden in such

Where's the glue
We can mend the pieces there's one, there's two
Three and four they are no more
Fading as they hit the floor

Irreplaceable is the mirror now without it whole
Forever lost, fragmented in rage
Frozen in time for all to see
Reflecting still
For all to feel

This is one of many poems I wrote over 10 years ago and have only recently come back to so thought I would share to see people's feedback as I start to get back into the swing of things. Thanks for reading.