I peered into a looking glass
in search of my true being
Reflected were but vain eyes/orbs
my seat of life lies unseen
I gazed upon a neighbours face
to realize what they thought
Just image of another self
eyes bland, mirroring naught
I sought out a great scholar
and begged for him to be kind
Look in that reflection glass
be wary,see what you may find
The looking glass shattered
scintillating slivers lay
Perilous graven image look
life blood crimson ebbes away
The neighbours face contorted
bais etched in every line
Horror shock revulsion
again we are thwart with time
The scholar voiced entoty
with such eloquence and pride
Helpless hopeless harmless being
lay bleeding no cared they cried
A contest entry
- Another Prompt by AliceinPoetryLand.
700 points, ended November 23, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Such a truly sad take on the prompt, where poeple can look on, judge and do nothing. Thank you for your entry even though it's way over the words limit.
Gaylene
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