Lacrimosa

Lacrimosa

A Poem by Jenn

The mirror cracks my self into

             A broken piece.

                  United.

 

Reflections stir there I see you

             Give me no peace.

                   Divided.

 

To think of what I thought I knew

             I did not cease.

                   Excited.

 

The mirror with its broken view

             Cannot release.

                   Incited.

 

             What have I done?

                      What have I done?

                               What have I done?

© 2008 Jenn


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I never really know what to write in these boxes, so I'll just stick to the basic facts. I'm 22. My favorite color is purple. If I could choose my own death, I would be torn apart by a pack rabid ha.. more..