Looking into mirror, I see an uncanny figure
Stone heart, shaggy hair, sunken cheeks and peculiar eyes
Ruptured, frenzied veins open and wounded, but
no blood coming out as if tired of running now.
I stand now in haze, gazing at the mirror not blinking once
Is this how I look now? Is this how they see me?
the people at bus station, in bus, on roads, at house.
That figure is reaching out, stretching its hand out for me
and I panicked, turned away from mirror and left.
Passing by the road, i felt its enigmatic gaze
so I turned, changed path as if I saw a black cat hissing at me.
At night, in dark the figure is out, looming towards me tiredly
I laid in my bed, paralyzed, terrified, bamboozled as it swamps me
A tear rolled down my left eye.
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Author:
L.F (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem explores the narrator's fear of confronting their true self and reality. Everywhere they go, the reflection of their true self follows them, a constant reminder of their hidden truths. Despite running from it, they can no longer escape, and the fear grips them.
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