Broken MirrorA Poem by Jeremy BakerTis an anomaly to me, that when looking in the mirror, I am transparent, without soul, nor any affirmation that life exists within. I am less than a shadow, a sinister spectre, but the deception is not mine. What would this world have me be? A hollow abode, a habitat for the vacant to haunt, ghastly in ghostly hues. I am repugnant, an ominous reminder that death is not the final word, just an abhorrent common ancestor. One can move about and flail restlessly whilst consciously decaying and departing this world. Every domiciled being, is home to putrefaction, festering of spirit and corroding courage and compassion. I love things and use people. I am a pretext, not a person, just a trick of the light; my affected invisibility a silhouette of nothing. What did I expect of a broken mirror, anyway? © 2011 Jeremy BakerFeatured Review
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Added on October 2, 2011Last Updated on October 3, 2011 AuthorJeremy BakerBusselton, South West, AustraliaAboutI'm a former English & Literature teacher who has always enjoyed the magic, power and simple romance of words well written. My favourite writers include Pablo Neruda, Liam O'Flaherty, Anthony Eaton.. more..Writing
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