As I stare into the mirror,
My reflection stares back.
A slight smile is shown,
Along with eyes of black.
"Who do you think you are,
Standing in my presence?
You are nothing to me,
With your dimmed light and essence."
I stare down at my hands,
With a faint glow from my palms.
I then reflect on my life,
The memories,
And the songs that were sung.
"You are nothing to me..." resonates from ear to ear,
The dark and lonely feeling,
Feeds my heart,
Then disappears.
My reflection stands,
Intrigued at the event,
"You are strong of heart,
But weak of mind...
You are mine,
Peasant,
You're only falling farther.
Bow, and the pain will be no longer."
I stare longer at my palms,
The glowing essence becomes brighter.
With every memory remembered,
With how far I have come,
It only shines more,
Like a fire being fueled.
Fear,
Took place in his darkened eyes.
Defeat hung in his throat,
As he mumbled the words,
"It's over... isn't it?..."
A slight smirk grew from my lips,
And with no less than a second,
My reflection disappeared.
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A Publication to last Generations || a collection of poetry ||
Poetryhey hey hey! I've decided to start a new book of poetry, even though my others aren't completed yet lol :P soooo, for this book I'm gonna write whatever I choose to write about that doesn't coincide with my other books. I hope you enjoy! :)
