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personal asylum
I stare into the full leignth mirror,
Sitting in this white room.
Running my fingers through my hair once more,
Smiling at the reflection.
Staring into the blank green eyes that watch my every move,
Her dark hair hangs loose and her skin seems too pale.
Her lips part in a forced smile,
Her day begins.
Walking into the hallway all is distorted,
Screams of anguish and terror all around.
Her eyes widen as she spots the shadowed figure,
Her soulmate...
He dissappears round the corner and she follows,
Only to find herself back in her room... in silence and in solitude.
Her own personal asylum...
The way you write your poetry is very visual, it's easy to picture her in my mind going through the motions of her day. You captured that very well, indeed. A somewhat erie write (and that's a GOOD thing). I've got to get some of my more dark poetry posted here, I'd love to see what you think of them.
Roland
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