Poetry / In The Mirror

In The Mirror

Lately,
I have had ill will,
and being of that sense,
have crushed the spirit.

I know it is,
irregular,
but it is holding me,
like a need.

And what I see,
distorted,
morphed madness,
is a right reality.

Capture,
my throat and squeeze,
and tell me,
no positive affirmation.

Jerking into conscious,
space,
an empty void,
of confused.

I want this,
beauty,
so that I may smile,
in the mirror.

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May 15, 2006

Cquinnrun254

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Cquinnrun254 reviewed Version 1 - Read 100%% of the Item

Such frail beauty here. A beauty and the beast kind of sorrow. I feel like you were saying things I’ve often felt staring into a mirror, or into someone else’s eyes. It’s sad, but honest, a shared reflection for those who read it, but it’s not all about looking into a mirror, that’s too simple. It goes deeper. There’s anger here.

“Lately,
I have had ill will,
and being of that sense,
have crushed the spirit.”

That’s where the Beast comes into play, craving a form of chaos, and yet needing something more to keep it from being all for nothing. I really enjoyed this one, because I can relate to it, whether or not that was your intention, I’ll wait for you to reveal, but it was well-written and well-recieved.