Soul reflection

Late night thoughts

All that is around me has become vacant

A series of trifling events

All that is inside of me has become empty 

A collision of emotions I can not vent 

The reflection in the mirror,

A mysterious figure 

with a crooked smile

and peculiar black eyes

that pierce your heart

leaving scars behind

but I chose to be blind 

after I witnessed the daunting effect

I chose not to see what's in the mirror

For that figure that echoed back 

belonged to no one but myself

Reviews

[William Liston]

This piece illustrates how it feels when we're our own worst enemy . . . it's certainly a feeling that you've described as "a collision of emotions I cannot vent." Sometimes, things in the past can make us so ashamed that we're scared to look in the mirror. I like how you showed that with the imagery in this piece, especially the lines "A mysterious figure / with a crooked smile / and peculiar black eyes / that pierce your heart." I also think the virtual lack of punctuation in this piece was a great choice . . . this poem didn't need it.

- William Liston

PS: The words "can not" in the fourth line should be "cannot."

[chaos in space]

Thank you for the feedback!

[Relic]

I ruminated on the thought that this pertained to someone mentally ill. As though they'd been drained by the medications. Perhaps a better analysis has to do with a disappointment in one's self. Not wanting to be in this body and mind but having no choice. Either way, an emotionally moving poem.

[ReedWrite]

Wow, powerful words. I love the line: All that is around me has become vacant...A series of trifling events. I also loved: A mysterious figure...with a crooked smile...and peculiar black eyes...that pierce your heart. The lines seem so simple...so unassuming...and yet they say it all so poignantly. Loved the poem. Thank you for posting it.