"Treacherous Mirrors"



Sometimes, I look in the mirror,
I see things,
Dreams fading away,
Forlorn, forgotten;
For the elites.

When I was young,
I was a big dreamer;
I dreamt big things;
I dreamt of paradise.

When I look into this mirror,
I see fractured images,
A lost child in a world of hate.
Someone who dreamt better,
Bigger things than this world,
Could ever handle by itself.

This child no longer -
Sees those dreams,
Instead, the inner child,
Is very angry at the conditions.

When I dream about -
The conditions,
I see many things.
Fractured dreams;
Within a desolate reality.

Some of them will,
Never come true.
Some of them will,
Burn to the ground.
Some of them will,
Obliterate us.

Yet I still dream on.

These mirrors -
Are cracked and torn,
Lost images of inner children.

Are shown to those of us -
Seeing our own reflections.

Children angry at the conditions,
Children unsure about the future,
Children fighting over money,
Children killing each other...

Brainwashed into hatred.

Conditioned to their liking,
The children act out.
They keep fighting each other,
Until there is nothing left.

Cracked, broken mirrors,
Broken dreams, eternally lost -
Forever blown apart for death.

The cycle of life and death,
Is a beautiful yet sad tale.

The cycle of life and death -
Is supposed to be a natural cycle -
Not a forged, forced cycle,
Of blistering terrible horror stories.

The occupation makes life hell,
For anyone who does not fit,
Their description of a human being.

Bombing, shredding and destroying
Everything they touch.

Everything has to come to an end,
At some point, this is true;

But forced endings are never ever happy,
Instead they're full of sadness and woes -
They're full of pain and desperation.

Unlike most happy endings,
Where it's all whitewashed,
For a certain demographic...

Washed of history and abstained
From true harrowing tales,
Certain people have
Washed their hands,
That are tainted with blood.

Absolved from true history,
And hidden from view -
Watching us like caged animals,
Sheltered from the abnormalities.

About this poem

This one was created through my depression

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Written on January 16, 2024

Submitted by EtherealHydri on March 05, 2024

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Scheme abxcx xabx axxaxx adxe febdg HiHxHj x kxc je eaga l mfax kxn Nx Noop xxm mx xi gxc bxx xxxxl gixp
Closest metre Iambic trimeter
Characters 2,051
Words 431
Stanzas 22
Stanza Lengths 5, 4, 6, 4, 5, 6, 1, 3, 2, 4, 1, 4, 3, 2, 4, 3, 2, 2, 3, 3, 5, 4

Destiny Hanson

Hi! I actually go by a completely different name than my birth name but it's fine; I'm a disabled, nonbinary and queer af person who specialized in free verse poetry. It seems as though I've been writing in free verse my whole life without knowing until more recently, and that's the annoying part. I live in a group home, planning on going to college to learn more poetic forms on top of my free verse and words so I can get better at my proses and poetry. I LOVE Pokemon, I LOVE video games, i LOVE rock music and I absolutely love a lot of different things. I go under the name of "The Spiteful Poet" on Twitter and Facebook - because I have a lot of fire and am incredibly spiteful towards existence currently, and "Felix Wise" for my chosen name as a nonbinary person. Please respect my chosen name - there's a special meaning behind why I chose my name, and a story. I also go under the pen name of "Hydri", for reasons I will not specify to anyone unless the time comes to it, as someone with an esoteric nature. I run Actually Autistic Voices and The Neurodivergent Outlaw on Facebook, pages I created myself but I'm struggling keeping up with all of my social media activities, especially trying to shift into other things than social media even though I write poetry with a keyboard, not pencil and pen. I am a philosopher and I run information influx - an overload of information, my philosophy is esotericism. If you ever have any questions please let me know, I'm happy to educate on anything if my memory permits! more…

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