Perplexed hopes

A Poem by Ana B.

Listening to the Night

As the world unravels…

Storms trying to rewrite

Those forgotten chances…

That we keep leaving behind

Chasing a better song…

But that rose was always mine.

Yet I keep wearing the derision’s uniform…

So mock me mirror,

You seem to know the truth.

Daily you’re showing me my hope’s killer

While I’m searching for misery’s proof

Even so,

Can’t stop myself from inhaling

The Beauty’s alcohol…

© 2016 Ana B.

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CD Campbell

I found this one very interesting. Does the mirror really know the truth? How we see our physical selves and the lies we tell? I know very few people who are easy to look at and have a good heart. It's almost as if they are drunk on "beauty's alcohol" and the rest of their inner parts are shallow. I quoted that because I like that line! Don't get me wrong, I adore very attractive women, what heterosexual man doesn't? Looks aren't everything and that is a hard lesson. Great poem! CD

Posted 8 Years Ago

8 Years Ago

Thank you for the lovely words CD :)

Chris

Our own eyes hold such views that even deamons can appreciate...

Posted 8 Years Ago

8 Years Ago

they are, aren't they?

SleeplessVolcano

Oh what a vivid picture!

That mirror talking back to us is vile sometimes. Next time, be ready to mock it back!

Posted 8 Years Ago

8 Years Ago

Vile....interesting word choice :) thank you very much :)

8 Years Ago

Excuse me - I was not referring to actual mirrors......but rather the mirrors of our souls......:)

jacob erin-cilberto

"inhaling the Beauty's alcohol"

wish i had written that line...
sometimes we just want to live in darkness, seems more comfortable...
and this poem brought up a question....i may never hear storms the same...maybe outside in the chaotic sounds...is something talking to me, reminding me of missed chances because i refused to give myself a chance---let love's pain rule...like the after effects of a damaging tornado.

j.