Dark Mirror

Self Reflection

Dark Mirror

I am but the dead image of my mother;

my father a mere shadow

whose traits lie buried

deep in the veins of me

that rail against injustice.

Those spectres rule me,

make me both a poet

and an angry man

ready to explode

at the merest slight.

They dictated my future

and they wrote my obituary

long before I was born

upon this sorry Earth.

And much as I tried,

oh I tried,

to break free from

that orbit of destiny,

I failed.

 

09/03/17

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Powerful, honest and direct thoughts. I did like them.
"Those spectres rule me,
make me both a poet
and an angry man
ready to explode"
I liked the above lines. We do become part of many people. I do have my father anger. Thank you John for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

at the merest slight.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you for reading and for your supportive comments Coyote.

[Coyote Poetry]

Was my pleasure John and you are welcome.

[wordman]

you were destined before you were born,with the dna of others dictate your moods

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Exactly Ron! many thanks.

[TeeJae {TJ} Hart]

Genetics play only one part of someones true destiny.

Failure is only possible when you stop trying. Dont give up on yourself your story is still able to be changed

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you TJ. Tis but poetry tinged with the reality of being.

[DIVYA]

I am struck by how those two specters make or mar one's destiny. How deeply linked they are to one's doom, even before actual life begins in the womb. Just amazing. Thank you for such an insightful poem. Gripped me, to the last word.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you, thank you, thank you Divya!

[DIVYA]

You are welcome John :)