Standing in front of the mirror,
My guardian angel on the other side.
Impossible to get out here,
Yet I pray every night.
His face is dead,
His wings are broken,
Tears running down his cheek.
Is it a door, when will it open?
I'd need him now,
But fate is cruel,
I know he's there,
But cannot help.
I see him always, everyday,
Gazing back from this mirror,
His fair face sad,
The eyes swollen and red.
I close my eyes and turn around,
My pain's only getting worse,
Just go to live
Another day.
In the end you'll find,
It was you behind the mirror,
It's you who needs to fight.
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[Dark] Life
PoetryLife is the most inspiring thing of all. It brings forward the best and worst of us, makes us cry and laugh like nothing else. Life includes everything we can imagine and is therefore the only thing a poet will write about. This is a collection of...
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