And Still I laugh At My ReflectionA Poem by realmwriter
Didn't die, No rebirth.
Didn't regurgitate, No laughter. No pain remains, now left with sorrow. Bright day, soft night, now end, no light. My brilliance is my demise, though I realize the truth. Left everything behind to rebuild myself anew. No change, just the same. Turned around to walk the no such social path. To take a long lasting look at such a laughing cow. Social Pariah Indeed. No vanity, didn't see the mirror. No running, didn't see the fight. Didn't realize the empathy for the week. Muted sun, harsh day, now begin, dark blooms. My insanity is the ignorance of my youth, though that lasts not either. Everything is as different as it should be, though I cannot figure why. Changed All, Frightened. Turned back to what I used to know yet still it is unfamiliar. Somehow though, comfort comes in stranger faces. VAGABOND! Screams the masses. Grace their stares with a singular continence, slapped against the rigors of the coming day. Left with all and good intentions but felt the sting of their judgement in the fading haze. And still I laugh at my reflection.
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Added on May 3, 2012Last Updated on May 3, 2012 AuthorrealmwriterHarrison, ARAboutYou know, I can write about almost any subject, in poetic form and even an ocasional short story, but I find it most difficult to write about myself. I am an artist at heart and will use whatever m.. more..Writing
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