I am a creature that has lived awhile,
With events of failure that fill a row of files.
And now, my sack is tired of proof,
Indeed my shoulder has drooped.
I look in the mirror every single day
Hoping for these scars of truth to go away
But the weary nights allow no heal
I cannot control what I think or feel.
And the reflection condemns my sight
It's clear struggle and strife I cannot fight.
My wilted palms and whispering heart
Both cannot help but let pass each dart.
And now, with time throbbing by
Like my joyful moments do, I sigh
And try pick up the shattered specks
With palms that will soon die.
This is my new world and
I'm in despair, look how it has twirled.
I tell you, don't follow my course
'Cause of my death, it's the ultimate source...
Author notes
It's just about my personal feelings...Well, hope you like it...
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Comments
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This is really deep and powerful,, made me sad
"I look in the mirror every single day
Hoping for these scars of truth to go away"
-- easily my favourite lines,, i have a soft spot for anything to do with mirrors LOL.
Another wonderful poem, your work is fantastic!
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This is wonderful! seriously, I love it. the rhyme is just awesome!
thanks for entering & good luck! -
Your writing style is so mature; I found it very easy to fall into once I started reading.
" And now, with time throbbing by
Like my joyful moments do, I sigh"
I love those lines
Keep up the wonderful work
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