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Is this the feel-
ing of a shatter-
ed mirror?
Smashed and
cracked and
hammered and
poked and
prodded and
all of the things I can-
not begin to describe-
I'm running in circles again.
Chasing my own goddamned tail,
again.
Who would've thought that
blank lines could become
such a sinister sight
in the eyes of the night?
Who could even begin
to possibly see...
How the shattered glass
has always been me?
And how many times will I cut myself here?
Picking up the pieces,
all those shining
fucking pieces...
Glinting in the moonlight like gold,
these words...
How many times must I lose?
No longer a mirror,
they're simply a ghost,
the silence of all that I've
wanted to say.
O, how many times will I call you my love!
Before all of these scars
will drive me away?
O, How many times will I write down these words!
Until I realize there's nothing to say?
This is the portrait of the poet gone mad,
this is the light of his heart:
This is the pound of the flesh he has cut,
all in the name of some devilish art.
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And somehow, I cannot help but fear:
That the eyes of the outsiders
are watching me again...
A contest entry
- Confessions of a poet gone mad by requiempoet.
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Comments
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This was good. It was moving in some parts. It was very well written this had a good flow too it. Thanks for enteirng and best of luck too you in the contest.
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Parts of this poem could have been written by me...sometimes do you ever stare and the mirror and just wonder?
I love it.
And somehow, I cannot help but fear:
That the eyes of the outsiders
are watching me again...
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