In my defense, I wrote this and the previous poem (and I think a couple more) when I was in love, so I was rather happy XD
Mirrors lie, people lie.
Photos lie, minds lie.
And there's a reflection
A touch of cold fingers.
Unbelieving at the sight.
Silver glows still lie,
But broken mirrors won't.
Listen to my plight
My cry to fight.
Back to wall, cornered
By questions and doubts.
And voices shout at me:
"Back! Fight back",
Pleading with tears in their eyes.
Fists tight, forward and fight.
"Back, back! With courage",
The distorted reality is beaten
Bent to mine own will
Change it, mold it;
It is me I finally see.
Me, crystal clear
As the sun rises
At last I am me.
(January 23rd 2023)
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The Lost Dreams of a Broken Poet
Short StoryA collection of poems and short stories I write when I'm bored. Most of the themes are sad, so I hope that, in a hundred years when I'm long dead, students read them as part of their Literature lessons. XD ⚠Major character death in some stories⚠
