Broken mirror ( A Villanelle)

A bitter truth I was once told;
temporary is not just a theory
and I refrain to hold.

Someday, this romanticized body would be sold,
eroded by time; the herculean,
a bitter truth I was once told.

And when chills through slits would make me feel cold;
curse of the aftermath
and I refrain to hold.

I am a mirror laced of temporary gold;
an abandoned child of age,
a bitter truth I was once told.

Numbers; Absolute, dark and bold,
I envy their ascendance
and I refrain to hold.

Difficult for me to uphold
that I am just a point in this magnificent cosmos,
a bitter truth I was once told
and I refrain to hold.

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