Life is a labyrinth of mirrors,
Past regrets coming back to haunt me,
Old self's staring with disappointment,
Its a gaze I want to flee,
Dead ends and sorrow,
Running in a circle,
Falling to the ground,
Hopelessness eternal,
When I look at my reflection,
I see my story,
My past present and future,
Etched into my skin with all the sadness and glory,
I don't see the person I hate,
I see the person I want to be,
I see new worlds with good and bad,
My imagination as my key,
A mirror creates an illusion,
Most, when looking choose to see their faults,
They refuse to look deeper then the surface,
So they continue their hate myself waltz,
My life may be painful,
It has had many trials,
But I will continue to believe,
And I will travel many more miles.
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Author:
Spitfire (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 11th, 2017 00:57
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Poetry must connect with the reader - what script are you using?
I don't use a script or I don't know what you mean by script, sorry
A script is a form of writing - try symbols or hieroglyphics ? Your poem shows on my screen as a series of symbols which I would like to translate so that I can read it.
Now that's interesting - I've just looked at this on another device and can it is in ordinary English which I can read - must be a glitch on my main computer. Anyway it's great write - thanks for posting.
Ok well I'm glad you could read it thanks!
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