Open Poetry #45 |
The Mirror |
Eirian Member
since 2009-04-13
Posts 70 |
There’s a face inside my mirror With haunted bloodshot eyes It sits and stares right back at me Its mouth twisted is I cry I think i used to know her She used to smile a lot Now she’s trapped inside that gloom As slowly she starts to rot Her hands are twisted round the knife That sticks out of her chest Her mouth it moves as though to speak Her pain she will attest She stares at me with hatred Such loathing upon her face I wince and hold on tightly As her pain I try to embrace Then suddenly I’m in the mirror She is outside staring at me She looks at me with pity She knows I’ll never be free |
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Chalmette Guy Senior Member
since 2009-03-11
Posts 1257Louisiana |
I very much enjoyed this and relate to it. Thanks for posting it. |
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Jaki H Member
since 2008-01-19
Posts 232NJ, USA |
i love this! best poem i've read on this site in a long time! i love how strong the message is, and the gruesome imagery. thats something i like to use a lot in my poems as well. great job! -jaki h |
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