I stare into a shattered mirror
Watching pieces of me fall out
Listening to my reflection speak
As I stay quiet, lifeless.
My blood drips off my wrists
Onto pieces of the broken glass
I watch with dull, uninterested eyes
Because it's hard to care anymore.
My life is fading away
What thrives is my reflection
A mere representation of what was once me
All that they will remember.
Today has no more meaning
Tomorrow will never come
So I'll sit and wait for the end to arrive
And let the mirror live on.
Blood stained glass and heartless tears
Will destroy the last of me
And still I find it hard to care
I've always been nothing.
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This is a beautiful poem and has a lyrical feel to it. There's just one thing I need to clarify, you said:
''I stare into a shattered mirror
Watching pieces of me fall out
Listening to my reflection speak''
You say the mirror's shattered with pieces falling out... What I don't understand is how your reflection speaks? Does it speak from the remains of the shattered glass? Is the mirror shattered at all? That's my only bone-of-contention.
Now, the poem has a serene but resolute voice. It seems the persona does not like the situation but has inadvertently made up her mind. This therefore adds to the general atmosphere of the poem; a dark feel. This for me is fantastic!
The imagery in this piece is beautiful largely due to your word choice. You've kept it simple whilst still creating sensuous images in the minds of readers which makes us understand that the beauty of this piece draws its strength from the uniqueness of the subject matter.
The mood of the poem seems to me to be a deep resignation to what seems like an inevitable situation. I wanted more! A slow build up of the poem starting from the cause of the persona's broken will then finally expressing the broken will.
In my opinion, I find it a tinge satirical that you choose to tell humanity that whatever ''dark'' hope remains for the continuity of your existence should be found in your reflection. A slap to all things real and true! That my friend, speaks volume of your mood while you wrote the poem...
Overall, it's beautiful piece in a twisted kind of a way...
Tend your flame...
Hey!! Its me! KissMe! And I'm here to give this poem a review!
lets jump/crawl/fly/ or even swim in to this thing!
I'm going to just break this up, cool? cool!
First off i wanted to start off with the punctuation. I think you should put some commas in it, it will make it flow better. Your periods are fine though. Your grammar, spelling and all that junk was fine.
Next was about your formatting. I think you need to put it into stanzas, not one big poem thing. but hey some poems are like that so if that was your intention then please tell me.
Last thing i wanted to say was that this was a great poem, maybe fix the things i said up. to me it will make it flow better and look better as well.
that's it, your poem was amazing though. great job and i loved it! thank you for the read and thank you for posting this work!
keep writing and follow your heart!!!!
~KissMe
Hey! XD
I won't take another work about suicide and self harm out on you solely, but I don't understand why this:
'As I stay quiet, lifeless.
My blood drips off my wrists' is such a popular topic???
It is written well enough, this for example, is a good line: 'I watch with dull, uninterested eyes' I kind of feel the same way about this as I do with this topic. Not your piece in particular, but I think if you are going to use an idea that is so well documented you could do something more original with it.
Because what you have written here, whilst it may be ok, is very recycled material: 'I've always been nothing.' I think, with a bit of editing you have the potential to do something very unique with this work.
Keep writing.