The Mirror Holds Hate


The shame I feel 

Is the blade I fall upon everyday

Tearing my gut

And closing my lungs


I stand beside the flame, that is my life

Looking for warmth

But it slowly dissipates with the cold of death

My winter may come soon

For the time moves slower

And my mind moves in repeat of my crimes


My eyes become glowing orbs of fear

Showing there true nature for the first time

When life grows short

I no longer can wear my mask

Finally seeing who I truly am


Burn my bones

Desecrate my grave

For I do not want to be remember

I want no one to know my name

For I am my greatest hater

And for myself I will give no cares


This is my broken heart

Bleeding upon this page 

For I cannot stop cursing my name

Trying to destroy my flame


  • Author: jdblake (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 8th, 2017 18:23
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Poetic Dan

    Reminds me of my raw pain
    Use it, like I did let it take you
    The path will only be dark for so long
    Well I know it can feel like it is
    But my hope is that you'll find that inner peace.

    I truly thank you for sharing your pain with me

    • jdblake

      Thank you. I feel like I am searching for something that I just can't find.

      • Poetic Dan

        You are not alone on that my friend. Hopefully by sharing our truths we know, feel and see. We can reflect or affect, like yours did to me. As after reading yours I wrote down my thoughts and they feel as though they just changed my world (again).

        Ha, it's late put I think that all rhymed, if so it should be true. Plus another poet just commented on and old post of mine called my cliff, maybe you can relate?

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