Reflection On the Wall

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
What happens when we no longer see who we are?

Submitted: April 09, 2017

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Submitted: April 09, 2017



Reflection on the Wall


Peering in brings no affection,

showing no reflection,

as it demands perfection.

Offering you no protection

from the overwhelming infection.

That has brought nothing but depression.


Slamming your feet on the ground

your hair starts to fly all around

Falling in chunks of a profound

color of red making the floor look like a battleground.

Raking your hands through the strands of what remains

It too slowly seeps onto the dead.


Peering back in with a sudden rage.

You can see how you are encaged.

Looking so lifeless in this day and age

you begin to wonder why you look this way.

You open your mouth to smile,

as bacteria starts to defile

your teeth one by one you-stand there immobile.


Looking down towards your hands

you can see the fingernails trying to stand

on their own.


Peering in again, a gaze meets your eyes

And you jump back in surprise.

To realize

It was only you.


Eyes sunken in like a ball in the mud,

as hair fall in line like streaks of blood.

Your fingernails no longer coffins on your hand

As they too have gone to a different land.

Your teeth all but rotted away

As you realize all we can do is decay.

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