if i could pass through my reflection
and seize myself for a hug,
i will never leave my side regardless of
the weather that may come.
but whenever i walk pass the mirror,
i'll stop to see if i look good.
soon, my eyes will gaslight
my mind that i feel good.
if only it was that easy,
it would've been the breakthrough
that's tantamount to an eternal bliss.
it's the greatest thing
that was closest to love,
yet almost is never enough.
if i could pass through the mirror
and seize myself for a hug,
it will always end up as a tragedy where
the pieces collapsed into tiny debris.
right then, is the lingering
scent of metallic crimson
from a bleeding fist.
without light, mirrors can't merely work.
and i'm no soul who possesses such
brightness as a morning star.
if so, my reflection shows nothing but oblivion;
then into the shadows
i must return.
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Carpe Diem
Poetry"Carpe Diem (Seize the Day)" is a collection of poems that resided within the hellfire mind, in the pitts of oblivion, of a monster who's confused and longing for a ray of light.
