Distorted Image

Tired of guilt

Comes after the greed

Walls which were built

A wish to be freed

A friend turned to black

A love now to hate

Facade gain to crack

Turns dread a fate

Control once was yours

The ball in your court

To close are the doors

True image distort

Look in the mirror

And what do you see?

Image ne'er clearer

Turns tragedy

Was beautiful past

Now you see flaw

Hate seems to blast

Edges be raw

Perfection desire

Unreachable feat

Lighting the fire

A need to eat

As you sit in the corner

And stare at the wall

Covering adorner

Was never beauty at all.

Reviews

[Jordan's Back]

Another wonderful job!

[Ban Heo]

i suggest changing it to "turns dread to a fate" for a smoother read. Other than little things like that, this is a nice little poem.