Reflection Of This World

McKinsey Rose Lynn

I stare at my reflection, not knowing who I am.

I walk, imagining the world in blood shed.

My mind screams.

My eyes turn everything I see red.

People who in my mind worthless in a puddle of blood.

Your reflection is different.

You see the good.

I see the bad.

I see the truth.

You see the lie.

I see the horrors of the world.

Where everything is not perfect.

Where bodies of the people like me lie, dead.

 

  • Author: McKinsey (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 18th, 2017 11:25
  • Comment from author about the poem: Only some will understand the true meaning if this, and if you do? You have my respect, it means you haven't had a easy life.
  • Category: Gothic
  • Views: 50
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  • Shakerite

    Very deep and full of angst . Loved it.



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