Don’t look away for you know who I am
though how you know me hangs on who you are.
I am the truth that looks back from the mirror
and I’m the lie when candour you disbar.
I’m the falsehood that fornicates your eyes
the true reflection of your own deceit,
the ugly truth, the comfortable lie
that grips you in the depths of self conceit.
And I will rise to you in confrontation
embracing the deceptions in your mind,
surrounding the mangled misconceptions
excavating dreams you undermined.
Don’t look away for you know who I am
and I can see the stock of who you are,
so as I lead you to the gates of hell
look back on misdirection pushed too far.
Author notes
This is a pre-write but my pre-write facility isn't working.
A contest entry
- Where's my stinkin' trophy? by Great Cthulhu.
1500 points, ended April 25, 2008, 47 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Outstanding!
Well done! I love the imagery and alliteration in your first stanza, especially line two, that really stands out. Your rhyme scheme is nicely accomplished. Keep your pen to the page and thanks for entering!
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