i don't have a brother, but this is based on one of my ex-friends who i can not trust

Mirror of a Broken Life

the mirror of a broken life
broken by a jagged knife
stabbed behind the lookers eye
in the back the knife will lie

over the shoulder is a face
the face just seems so out of place
it was of hers and of her lover
who would have known it was his brother

shards of glass begin to fall
a voice is laughing down a hall
a voice that knew all along
of the plotting, of the wrong

the voice keeps laughing on and on
he screams for it to be gone
the mirror falls onto the floor
the man that stood there is now no more

Poetry by Mark Reynolds
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Written on 2006-01-06 at 17:08

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liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
love the flow of your poem and the way you describe a lovers (if I understood correctly) betrayal.

Black Knight
Very-very good.

But other man who stand before,
And look at splinters on the floor,
What he think and what he wait?
Need to act, it's never late...

Best regards,
Black Knight.

This has a good flow to it,and so is the content, well done :-)