The Man In The Mirror

Shreddred pieces.In your bedroom.
You don't look.Anymore,
Instead of a smile ,into a mirror,
Stands out in silence, just the wall.

Shreddred pieces . In your bedroom.
Cutting stars....on the floor,
Foud their sky on the bottom
In a bin , next to the door.

Shreddred pieces. In your bedroom.
A clear image ?No more.
Refuses to fade into the background,
Killing the man in the mirror.

Danut Ardelean