Who am I?A Poem by Mikael MalmbergMy friend gave me this prompt, looking for entries into his poem collage. This is what I came up with.
I am the broken mirror found in the pond,
The giver of false images, the source of false pride, I am the flawed voice of reason reverberating inside your head. Wherein lies the echo chamber, The unhinged lunatic, the monologue without end, Its roots hidden, tucked away, Somewhere in an electric maze. A rapacious record stuck in an eternal loop, My oozing feet shuffle on a broken emerald floor. They gingerly dangle the passenger. The lunatic pounds the black walls, The echoes float through the veil, I hear them and casually shrug. I gaze through the broken mirror, I strike the pond with a stick. The ripples will tell me my path. © 2015 Mikael MalmbergFeatured Review
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3 Reviews Added on December 12, 2015 Last Updated on December 12, 2015 AuthorMikael MalmbergHelsinki, Helsinki, FinlandAboutI write on-and-off, but writing is a permanent interest for me. There's never going to be a time when I won't be interested in the art of writing, the arrangement of words, their style and rhythm and .. more..Writing
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