Smoke and mirrors
Hold up a mirror to society
A faint smile. Smoke screen
There is a sobbing behind the screen
A mirror that bears nothing but sad veracity
Forlorn and bare verisimilitude
Reflections paradox to the melancholy of an old soul
Another smile? No, a mirage
Illusions, the shadows of the great truth
A canvas that casts a shade of hideous delusions
Victims, a torturous hallucination
Lonely, solitary, desolate
A sole figure in the speculum metal
A mirror hangs on a cracking wall
Mirror Mirror on the wall, who is the saddest of them all?
You.
Beautiful poem!
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