Mirror to Death


Sometimes I think

Of how beautiful I could be,

Just lying there - 

Face cold and bare - 

Never having another care,

While everyone feels my despair. 

  • Author: G.T.R (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 8th, 2022 01:50
  • Comment from author about the poem: yea sad feelings time again woo /s. im just really tired & came up w/ this. later
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 11
  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek, Eugene S..


  • L. B. Mek

    couldn't help relating
    to your honesty and bravery, dear poet
    succinctly written and devoid of unnecessary, dramatics
    reads like raw emotionality, reaching out
    through a canvas, inked
    with a trace of hope..
    forgive me
    your words inspired me to scribble a little reply:
    (indeed, that 'great perhaps'
    of utter nothingness, where
    musical melodies, serenade
    in that serene silence
    of unmistakeable, stillness
    there is romance in that imagery
    in that, blank nothingness
    but such thoughts are often born
    of our selfish mood swings
    where all is 'woe is me' convenient
    see, in actuality
    we know, already
    that somewhere, someplace
    someone is enduring
    hundred times, a harder life
    much worse, than we are
    and is still, smiling bravely
    for those mere handful few
    that may be sad
    to wave that final goodbye...)

  • semi-deadpoet

    thank u & ur always welcome to scribble replies

  • Eugene S.

    Just discovered your portfolio. Powerful emotions in your poems. So clear and well penned.

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