I m not the Reflection

Mirrors create deception
Broken shards distort me
Angelic
Reflections of pain
Curdled blood and tears
Flow
Gracefully
Swollen eyes smile
Dreams
Are made
Delving into
The beauty of despair
Broken man
An image holding lies
Contortions
I am not the reflection
Fear concocts
This nightmare
Standing
Alone
On the boarders
Of death.

Reviews

[Kate]

so beautiful

[Jenn Gold]

I like this one. I like the wording and this kind of flow is one of my favorite kind of poems to read. It's really good.

[Loribeth215]

very good. this is the kind of poem that will stay fresh each time its read.

[r]

wow this is worded really nicely. i love it good job