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Post by black jewelled rain on Dec 7, 2003 22:40:48 GMT -5
I want to thank a good friend of mine. They were talking about the song Man In The Mirror by Michael Jackson, and told me that I was the ‘man in the mirror’. It got me thinking, and they’re right. I am the man in the mirror. So, thanks to my friend for inspiring me. This is the result.
Every day that I arise, I look in the mirror near. Looking back are those eyes, Looking back is fear.
That sad person in the reflection Is staring back at me. Their eyes beg me for direction As this isn’t how they want to be.
As I look they raise their arms, To show me what they’ve done. Engraved in their wrists is pain and harm. The blood shows sorrow has won.
Down their face rolls crimson tears, And their pain they try to hide. As I watch the hurt my own heart sears, And I turn my gaze aside.
Their skin so pale, their hair of black, A picture that tortures my mind. But I know that I can never change back, Or my anguish bind.
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Post by Lina Inverse on Dec 11, 2003 0:29:34 GMT -5
Neat idea ^_^
One thing I don't understand is the "hair of black." I might not be reading enough into it, but..... what significance does that have?
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Mistress
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Post by Mistress on Dec 22, 2003 18:14:29 GMT -5
Very smoothly written. I enjoyed this poem. I can relate to it in many ways. We all question why we have changed or why we are the way we are, but there is truly no way of turning back...
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