Twisted mirrors
Distort the
Infinitesimal fears
That expoentially grow inside
Life is a game
Of rambling thoughts
Forever lame
Without the brutality of truth
No man is great
Until he can peel back his concealing eyelids
And walk with open eyes through the plastic wasteland
A tie and a grocery cart
Are equal only in the eyes of Death
Where no space pushes them apart
Two mirrors reflecting onto one another create the illusion of substance
A contest entry
- Dark Poems (But theres a catch.......) by xmiasmatik.
575 points, ended March 24, 27 entries
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Good? Bad? Comments? Questions? Critique?
Comments
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Very powerful and vivid poem.
Keep up the good work.
-Buster
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an interesting and imaginitive write, thank you for entering and good luck in the contest with this very creative piece
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I like the wording and depth of this. I especially like your last verse - although I, personally, would break up your last line for better flow IMHO.
nicely done
thank you for your entry
best wishes in the contest
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Good wording. I liked the metaphor a lot. This made me stop and reread it again.
Thank you so much.
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