The Mirror Behind the Mirror

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: March 09, 2017

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Submitted: March 09, 2017



See my world 

Caught in the blades

See my looks

Watch as it fades


Take notice of my wisdom 

When silence is my decree 

Over there with a stupid smile 

Is where my voice use to be


See my strength 

Being smeared beneath my clay feet

Struggling with limitations

asphyxiating in defeat 


You invoke that in me 

Every commitment, all done in vain

You invoke that in me

Holding myself at arms length with this look of disdain

And yet another cold wind blows 

Whisks away every contention

Right down to the last grain.


What will remain 

As I grin and bear 

Struggle to look young while the mirror echoes my senescent face

And the relinquishment of my dreams seems clearer 

What might have been, what could of been...

It all gets lost in the mirror, behind the mirror 

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