OMGOSH i love this poem.. so much!.. the only stanza i dont like is
"as days become nights
the feelings spill out
the breaking mirror
is now filled with doubt"
i hate out and doubt rhyming.. for some reason i just think it always sounds bad.. but other than that... great job miss sardonic :]P
I think the poem is absolutely perfect because when a mirror breaks you'll never get the same image out of it you once did. Just like if a family is torn apart your lives will never again be the same. amazing job and great imagery and flow once again 5/5 Keep writting
Perhaps an unfortunate event occured which wrought a family crisis. Being delicate and fragile, a family was broken by deceit, empty promises, and suspicions and so-ons. They tried to mend/fix each 'broken glass piece' in vain, unable to discern that the one which was broken drastically is their family itself.
I absolutely adore this piece. It certainly tugged my heart for it struck a tiny chord with me. Overall it was well-presented. Good job. ~Debbie