From Inside This Box of Broken Mirrors
I really don’t like who I am
or what I have become
But when living in a box
of broken mirrors, like this
can you really blame me ..
Or is it, by chance down
to the circumstances we find
ourself in at the time ..
Those, which are far beyond
the locus of our own control ..
So on reflection, pray tell me,
when will our
seven year sentence be done ..
I so need to know, for the sake
of the both of us ..
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Neville (
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A stanza of maybe confession of blame before naming those broken promises mirrored in a fading relationship - - yes familiar complaints arise in this impressive verse Nev. - - - I give a wry smile at the last question asking when a seven year prophesy of resultant bad luck is going to end. Another smooth taste of your innate talent with word-usage here my clever friend............x
wry smiles always do it for me Fay ....... cheers my friend ... x
Did I meet her? Why she smashing up all the mirrors? lol. Is she a relation of KP whose mirrors breaks as soon as she looks in them?! lol.
You & KP really are nuts, aint ya 🙂
I'm talking even more rubbish in me poem for today!
This one really got to me, Nev. And while the temptation to give plain ordinary advice (I wouldn't dare!) is strong.......
I really do mean got to me...
please accept both my apology & thanks .. Neville
Strong emotive words Neville, I do hope that the mirrors soon get back together and bring light to your life.
Andy
every now and again, the pen gets the better of me, & then, my imagination takes over .. some call it poetic license .. cheers Andy
that itch
waiting for it to come and define
all that we've built and hoped for..
I love the confessional theme
and yet your wording is so open
to interpretation and personalisation..
showcasing great skill, so well executed
thank you! dear cherished Poet
Bless you brother Mek & truly ........... Neville
Sounds painful
Interesting words in this poem tho and well expressed
That first verse sounds so sad
The broken mirrors and that feeling of not liking ourselves .. makes me think of feeling incomplete / wounded .. almost trapped
A good poem tho ..
thank you so much for breathing light and resurrecting this old scribble Violet Bluebell .. I am sure it feels much better now my friend .. you are a ⭐.. Neville
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