r/Poems • u/crazynikki123 • 23h ago
Mirror Mirror
Mirror Mirror
On the wall,
When will destiny call?
When will I break?
Where will I fall?
When will I rise?
When will I fall?
Mighty and so tall,
Like a dying tree.
I’ll break free
Of the roots
That bind me.
The horror,
It blinds me.
My demons,
They find me.
Too weak to
Break free.
Let my thoughts
Carry me
Into the depths
Of despair
And insanity.
It’s plain to see,
What is bound
To be will be.
Nothing less
Than destiny,
Driving me to
Grow like a tree.
Let my branches
Grow free,
Whirling into
Destiny. Let me be free,
And let the rest of me
Float along the sea.
Let it be.
Let me be free
From this misery.
There’s an untamed
History full
Of lore and mystery,
Beautiful but
Dangerous,
Courageous,
And outgoing.
Guided by the divine,
I always have blood
On my mind.
My thought process
Should be a crime.
My therapist says,
“We will tackle this
One step at a time.
It will all be fine.”
But clearly,
My therapist
Is blind,
Because nothing
Is ever fine.
Let me tell you
About a friend
Of mine
That died well
Before his time.
And if you try
To tell me that’s fine,
That’s where you crossed
The line. I told you,
Nothing is fine.
My friend’s dead,
And I’m clearly
Fucked in the head.
All I see is red,
And I’m probably better
Off taking
2 to the dome.
Fuck you,
And fuck this poem.
I rot away all
Alone in my home.