Monday, February 22, 2010
My splitting image
Laughs at me
From behind the mirror
Sides of the mirror
Is cracked, splotched
And festering with worms
I'm too familiar with myself
That the darkness is slipping
With love I try to patch it up
The gaping holes I try to close
But the familiarity is choking me
A leering grin appears on its face
"Fool you cant run away"
It says
"I know you too well,
You cant escape"
Who said anything of escape?
I love you, I need you
I go closer
Hugging the mirror
Till I am It and It is me
Shards of self awareness
Blinds my inner self
But I wont let go
Heart's bleeding but I won't go
3 comments:
as i said earlier, that's too poetic for me to respond.
As any other alien would say, i say the same thing, It sounded nice.
common,u shud give a hand at poems too,u have the understanding of things,i could get that from your posts.u drive ur point right into the wall.and thats wat poems are about.
poems! ahem..i guess i am not made for them. i am pretty comfortable writing humour and fiction. poetry is something that should come out by itself, but not by external influences.
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