lanaia74

In a mirror I would not dare to glare
Afraid of what I would see starring back at me
Would I see my worn torn soul?
The reflection of my horrid soul there to stare?

I would possible see my soul all bruised and scarred
By the awful realities of life's tribulations
A soul which by pain has been marred
A soul which has been ran over by a hundred tons.

A reflection of which I could not be proud
Maybe to look in the mirror and see the truth
Looking as if had been placed in the grim reaper's shroud
Of this I need no proof.

A reflection of a soul gripped by pain
A soul draped in black
Looking back at me is a soul that has nothing to gain
Wanting to hide his face in shame.

The reflection of my soul not a pretty thing
Black and bent by life's unfair game
The awful beast, my tears make him sing
To see my tormented soul, life is to blame.

erikestabrook

I liked this poem allot, I should watch out your poetry is getting more age, purpose and refinement

Benny

wonderul work, indeed. Dark and deeply personal...yet, something we can all connect with at times...good work.