Empty MirrorsA Poem by DoormanDanWhen we can't see our own reflections, we cannot tell what we have becomeEmpty Mirrors Here I am again, underneath a crescent moon My civil war has left me covered in wounds From my self-doubt I cannot take refuge Can somebody save me? I know not what I should do! Somebody help me Bring this solar eclipse in my head to an end So I can finally see what kind of man I am A million miles of walking blind has me longing for light I want to cast this failure away, into the fine cracks of time Tell me, am I a man that I can truly defend? Can you clear away the nebula that I am in? Can somebody at last pull me out of this raging river And return my reflection to these empty mirrors? The starlight fades as shadows float over It getting harder to see with every hour Regret is a quicksand that's pulling me under Will somebody save me from these meteor showers? Somebody help me Bring this solar eclipse in my head to an end So I can finally see what kind of man I am A million miles of walking blind has me longing for light I want to cast this failure away, into the fine cracks of time Tell me, am I a man that I can truly defend? Can you clear away the nebula that I am in? Can somebody at last pull me out of this raging river And return my reflection to these empty mirrors? Shine a radiant light across the barren mountain ranges of my mind So that I can see the distant dreams for which I have strived Somebody help me
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21 Reviews Added on December 24, 2014 Last Updated on March 22, 2015 Tags: Restore the reflections AuthorDoormanDanManchester, Levenshulme, United KingdomAboutI'm a twenty seven year old preschool teacher who enjoys writing poetry, songs, stories, paintball and other things. My favorite things to do are parkour, video games, listening to music, and making .. more..Writing
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