The Echo and the Mirror Poem, by FatMorton, at My poetic side

The echo and the mirror won’t conform to my ideas

They talk back to me

They stare back at me

So how do I still feel lonely

The echo is a special friend

I scream at a wall and it screams back

I fear there is no end

To the empty voice’s relentless attack

I look into the mirror

I see those empty eyes

The face contorts into a smile

I see but empty skies

There’s no way that voice is mine

It cracks from pain yet yearns to try

It does not want to live

But it does not want to die

That face can not belong to me

The smile is fake and eyes empty

Surely I’m not sad

Surely I’m happy

Of course I know my own face

Of course I know my own voice

But I see in it no trace

Of the me who made that choice

I chose to survive without them

The echo and the mirror

That only showed me the worst

That made me live in fear

That told me I’d never be first

Our reality has no need for mirrors

No echoes in the night

The pain we lived with in the world before

Will deal us forever no fright

Comments +

Netashi April 6th, 2018 10:07
Was a good read
Daveyboyz April 6th, 2018 10:18
Thought provoking and tragic.
Eugene S. April 6th, 2018 13:32
Really interesting read, thanks.
Christina8 April 6th, 2018 20:03
Welcome to MPS. A good first poem! Though sad. I hope you keep writing!

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