Poem: Silvered Glass
" Silvered Glass "
Mirror held in its gilded frame
Reflections of the wielder's shame
The rules all put to the flame
A scene set for the player's game
Player one set against player one
The player finds this game no fun
Shown only truth she's unable to run
In desperation she wields her gun
Staring back at her is only her pain
Her failures repeated again and again
The lead propelled by a load of grain
Reflected screams flail in vain
Exploding shards of silvered glass
Mirrored flashes of the past
Spinning and diminishing so fast
Lost to eternity, to dust at last.
