PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

everything seems alright at first

perfection and self composure have been over the years

quietly simplified

but this complacency has recently fallen to an all time

low

I no longer care to look in the big mirrors

for I know this very face has long since been denied

there, I can clearly see pity, loathing and self disgust

have regrettably started to grow

fusing permanence and horror with a faithful fisherman's

lethal line stitch

reprimand over consequence has come off now without a

hitch

leaving only distrust to wallow about in its own taboo

insecurities like a dog in a mud deep ditch

born unto this intensified trauma

there came a pounding blow to the yet altered ego

by a blood thirsty bitch

whipping my newly re shattered self

the mirror though has remained fully intact

how ironic this so unbelieved and backwards fact

I came here intent upon shattering its smooth surface

and what I saw there shattered me instead

my life is not at this hour quite so livable for right

now I do feel indeed truly most dead.........

( written Oct 29,1992 am)