the shattered mirror

The Shattered Mirror

In a chamber dim with dust and sighs,
Where shadows linger, time defies,
There stands a mirror, cracked and gray,
Reflecting dreams that slipped away.

Its surface marred by sorrowed years,
It holds the gaze of uncried tears,
A visage lost in fractured light,
A haunting glimpse of endless night.

Once, it shone with vibrant glow,
A portal to a life we know.
But now it echoes silent fears,
The whispers of forgotten years.

What tales it tells of joy and pain,
Of love that fell like autumn rain,
Each shard a fragment of the past,
A memory that could not last.

A ghostly face within the glass,
A lover’s gaze, a fleeting class,
But as I reach to touch the frame,
It shatters like a broken name.

The pieces scatter, sharp as fate,
Each one a story, cruelly straight.
And in the shards, reflections gleam,
Of hopes dissolved in waking dream.

So heed the mirror’s fractured plea,
For what is seen is not the key—
The truth lies deeper, lost in time,
In shattered glass, a silent rhyme.

The chamber holds its breath in dread,
As echoes of the past are spread.
For in each crack, a sorrow dwells,
A tale of love that silence tells.