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MODERN DAY DORIAN GRAY
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BUT DAD, HE'S A POET
The night has gone by
and I am left
here pondering
what has gone down
Yes, it is true that I feel
a bit
bitter about my fate
I look over at a sweet lady
and I feel so alone
It seems worse than any
loneliness I’ve ever
felt before
and I glance upward towards
the heavens
and I say
a small hopeful prayer
But I realize that it will
never be enough
The sorrow in my heart
seems to
overwhelm
my mind
Thoughts of gentle happiness
appear in my mind
and I smile
The smile is faint and I wonder
if
I’ll be able
to pull myself thru
At times it seems like
a little more than
I can bear
The sun above shines its rays
thru my window
but all I feel
is cold
The bitter cold rushes thru
my heart
and I feel a chill
run down my spine
It is so harsh and I
feel like
I’ll just
collapse
in defeat
There is little that I can
do to lift
myself up again
I reach deep down in my heart
and realize
I am not yet defeated
There is still much chance
for me to rise
above again
and I will struggle on in spite
my inevitable defeat
My eternal optimism is wearing
thin but I vow
to carry on
The poets call for me and
I nod my head
in response
I realize the duty that is in
store for me
The picture unfolds before my eyes
and all I feel
is fear
The warm fear of responsibility
sets into my soul
and a somber realization
haunts me
I know it is not yet too late
but I feel humbled
I stand in a trance and look
down at my open hands
I am left with one burning thought
on my mind
I question the importance of my
unholiest mission
The bloodied dagger of self-destruction
pierces my soul
and I sink in my knees
The blood from my heart runs thru
my fingers
as I clutch at my heart
I just lay down and vow
to fight for life
I realize that my bleeding heart
mustn’t stop me
I must carry on and defend
the peace
My vision becomes blurry and all
around me
slips to gray
I hear a voiced taunting me
and declaring my defeat
I scream out in rage and pull
myself to my feet
I stagger towards the voice as
I can not
see clearly
I stand fast and realize
the voice is coming
from my mirror
I look into the mirror
with a cold eye
I stare myself down until
the taunting stops
Of course, it’s a horrible sight
to see yourself
as your own worst
enemy
The fear that sets in is more
than enough
to overwhelm me
I feel myself sinking slowly
to fear’s sleeperhold
yet I muster the strength
to pull myself free
Battered and weary, I manage
to struggle
for freedom
but I just stand there and
continue to stare
into the mirror
I hear more voices still
but I decide
that fear
is not in my best interest
I just listen to the voice
and what
it has to say
But I can not always hear what
is being
said to me
confused, I turn out the light
and continue
to stare
at myself in the dark
Granted, that is not necessarily
a very pleasant sight
I turn away from myself like
a modern day
Dorian Gray
and finally I begin to see
a silver lining
in the clouds in my head
I feel a sudden flash and turn
back on myself
There is a sense of awe as I feel
a satori
I know it’ll only be a temporary
triumph
but I feel pleased
I look deeply into the mirror
and I smile
and yes, I finally feel as though
there is an answer
I reach out my hand to touch
my reflection’s hands
Sure, the mirror is cold but I still
feel all right
Sometimes, one must absorb the cold
and that’s that
but I can raise my head again
cause the voices
have stopped
taunting me temporarily
and I realize that I’ll be able
to sleep
for the night
