16 mirrors as I look at my eyes in the mirrors I wanna die 16 mirrors not a piece of glass in mind yet I just rewind. Rewind?Rewind like the trauma in my eyes repeating as if it’s stuck in time. Time I like time as a clock chimes I feel fine.16 mirrors break but you’ll only be left with nine.
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Kris.V (Pseudonym) (
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A sense of the mirrors are reflecting years and something traumatic happened after the ninth, nicely expressed and written
This poem is most intriguing and I take it symbolic. I too each mirror as a year and trauma breaks them but the nine that are left is that the age that trauma began? A sad poem well written.
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