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Mirrored Past
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My Darkness and Death Raging fires are once ablaze in this darkened room
Threatening to burn memories through the mind
On the mirror I saw another face, a pale one
Why must it cry, why must it lie, why must it die?
Blood splattered surface looked like a unique stroke
From a painter who lived to die, with his very brush,
Let's take away the pen from the lonely poet
For all she spouts is death, and words that no one loves
Will you help the crying soul reflected on the mirror?
Being trapped for all eternity behind the glass.
If no one helps, it will continue looking on forever
Like a spirit from the past, whose rage will always last.
Regret etched in her features, dreams that were made and cast
Someone save her from the mirror of the past.
Wow, this poem goes deep into the heart where all the pain is kept for eternity!
I know exactly how you felt when you wrote this. I've been going through that for the past 5 years.
Life can just be so unbearable at times, it just seems pointless to live.
Keep up the great work!!
Your poems are inspiring and very well written!