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The mirror beckons him near on a cold, cold night.
He's restless, longing for that which he can't place.
There's an ache within him for ... something. Something.
He places a hand on his beating heart, and feels only

despondency.

He stares into the mirror, surprised by his reflections intensity.
Has he lost all awareness of himself he wonders, caught
caught by the gaze of none other then himself in glance.
In his eyes he peers, deeper and deeper, seeking, finding only

sadness.

Every movement of himself is a movement in his eyes.
He watches, waits, wondering what he will do next.
Suddenly, he blurs in the reflection, and his memory dominates.
He's free-falling back to when he was young, free, free of

frustration.

A child, so happy, so free, so unaware of this world as it truly is.
When did we, he wonders, so callously rob the young of innocence?
We are now cold, calculated agents of awareness, needing to plunder.
This world is never what a child dreams it to be, nothing close to reality's

anguish.

I float back to the present, as tears trickle my eyes, leaving their mark.
My heart is slowing in rhythm, in beat, as my sadness overwhelms.
The future is now, the present is the never-ending blinks done by eyes.
And yet, all I feel is violated, violated by the present reality, and my

childhood dreams.

[This message has been edited by PoetryIsLife (07-23-2003 11:44 AM).]

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1 posted 07-23-2003 07:35 PM       View Profile for Wind   Email Wind   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Wind

wow...that was so beautiful and sad..exuse me i'm going to cry now
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2 posted 07-23-2003 09:30 PM       View Profile for Skyfire   Email Skyfire   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Skyfire

Ponderful... I'm not entirely sure what to make of this (yes I realise it's a poem). I wrote one similar to this long long ago, but this one is better. You got across what I didn't. *hugs* I hope everything's okay
*Linalu*

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3 posted 07-26-2003 01:29 AM       View Profile for Ceinwyn   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Ceinwyn

sorry I haven't read you in awhile nor written I know I know shame on me...look how your words have blossomed...and stuff..uhh yeah way past my bedtime i'm making no sense

Kris

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4 posted 07-28-2003 03:56 PM       View Profile for Child of the Stars   Email Child of the Stars   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Child of the Stars

Ahh...as impossible as it is to go backwards, you can always do it now.

Remarkable mood here...You've taken me right there to where you're standing, and the ache is pretty darn real. But reality's what you make of it, remember. Good work.

  ~Carly

"How inimitably graceful children are in general before they learn to dance!"
           --Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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