Staring through the glass,
into mine own eyes.
Staring deep inside myself,
to where my soul resides.
Staring into the dark abyss,
and it stares back at me,
Staring into what I am,
and who I want to be.
When I choose to change,
and changing I shall do,
When I choose to free myself
and finally get a clue.
Who am I
really?
Who am I
supposed to be?
No matter what I do,
I cannot seem to change.
No matter how it happens,
my life remains the same.
And in the end I all I see,
is the dark glass,
back in front of me.
Calling me back,
back to my reverie.
Staring through the glass,
into mine own eyes.
Staring deep inside myself,
to where my soul resides.
Staring into a dark abyss,
and it stares back at me.
Staring into what I am,
and who I want to be.
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Written May 17th, 2006
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great job, i love poems that flow and rhyme,, seems publishers arent into that anymore,,yours is beautiful,, thanks for sharing
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Neato... it almost sounds spell like... wurely castsa spell on your listeners.
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after reading this piece, i asked my self the same question you placed in here.
beautiful written piece
amazing flow
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this is a very beautlful poem I love how you start out with longer stanzas and work to short ones, the lines decreaseing as the stanza shrinks. Really really beautiful job, the only thing I saw was that the shortest stanza (number 3) seems almost too short, it seems to disrupt the flow in my opinion but other than that the poem is really beautoful, making the reader ask them self who and what they are meant to be, something not many people think about anymore, anyway great job on this write!
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very beautiful poem..nice to see that some people still rhyme..yours flows perfectly and has such deep meaning to it...stirs the soul
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