Trailing down the mirror,
Water flows, clearer
Than these tears I hide
As I'm shoved aside.
Pitiful reflection!
The degradation,
As it takes pity, it hurts.
Stop being so curt!
Closed mouth and mind.
Read my eyes, see the sign.
Nails claw at escape
As hands reach for my nape.
No scream heard.
Silence, flightless bird!
Devil horns it wears,
Its talons I wear.
One and the same,
It and I. Came
From one mother.
He and I, brothers.
No place to hide away,
It (He) follows every sway.
He won't let me die
And laughs at the sight of my eyes.
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Landscape
PoetryYou only hinder yourself by concealing those feelings under a concrete mask. But remember, concrete cracks and I see your unmarred skin that's not tasted the flavour of living. You hide like a guilty thief. You steal away the experience so open y...
