I Saw the Image of Your Reflection
A Twisted Verse by Matthew Tonks
Broken images in photos we take,
grown adults crying, lost in the mistake.
Harboured demons crawling in my veins
let the devils pull tight on the reins.
I spoke when spoken to—it’s true,
yet there was nothing left to do.
Sinister was the perception,
while this work was just conception.
Wrong was the mirrored image I saw,
reality rotten behind the door.
I was lost, waiting to be found,
calling with cries of completeness—my last sound.
💬 Did this one echo?
Tell me—before it forgets your name.
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Written by Matthew Tonks
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