Poem: Cracked Sanity
The mirror is still in one piece
but for how long?
The years have taken its toll.
How many faces have been reflected
in its depths?
How many secrets has it revealed
in every shadow and wrinkle seen?
Every scandal recorded in time.
The frame has lost its consistency
warped by changes in temperature
dust in every crack and crevice.
Liquid mercury runs free
no longer in one soft pool
silver sheen deceptively beautiful
The longer you stare into the abyss
the longer you became comfortable
with the upside down world.
Are you willing to fix the mirror?
Or are you simply content
to throw it away and find a new one?
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