Azura Nightsong

Creative State

The mirror entices me.
Why am I attracted to the reflection?
What do I see within my eyes?
That leaves me staring for an hour.

A prickling from my inner eye.
Who is that watching from behind?
Why can't I see them when I turn?
My subconscious screams warning.

Try to trigger the creative state.
Is it not my conscious writing?
Why use drugs to force it open?
Trying to explain that which I have not done.

Expanding several horizons
Why do I mumble you say?
Can you not see me grasping nothing?
Struggling with eight worlds within my head.

I hear the angels whispering.
Why can't I seem to find their names?
Can he not hear me begging?
The pressure is just a fantasy.

I'm drowning in music.
Why can't I face reality?
Which of my beliefs were not warped?
I let the euphoria carry me away.


  • Nicholas Browning


  • orchidee

    A fine write. Erm, I didn't get far looking in the mirror. It cracked when it saw me! doh! heehee.
    But 'recreational drugs', as you imply, are a no-no, I think. Could cause all sorts of troubles.

  • Louis Gibbs

    A stunning description of vision beyond this realm, this particular version of a reality! So well expressed in your poem, Azura. It's not an easy thing to deal with, is it. Congratulations!


    Some days AZURA I too feel like my Mirror Image where L is R & R is L on worse days ~ I am my Mirror Image. Thanks for sharing & caring ~ love all the pictures your poems paint ~ infinite ~ Love you too ~ Yours BRIAN

  • Candlewitch

    sometimes when I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I am surprised... and I say, "so... that's what I look like!!!" too many drugs, for me, I guess.

    *hugs, Cat

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