Here comes the man of mirrors
The mirrors on the man mirroring the room
With the furniture having a conversation
A painting on the wall:
A horse trampling a bouquette of flowers
Horses in me, and out of me, trampling the soul.
A hand of mine, deep in my throat
pulling rabbits incessantly
They bite, and they all taste like bites of truth.
The other fluctuant hand, set on a loop
In a battle of write and erase.
It hurts to meet such writing hand,
Even though it makes me so proud
But, why writing when it opens the wound?
Voices replied:
“We write for the weakest part of our being“
“We write to feel complete though incomplete“
How can I make sense
When the sink is full of dishes
Posing like those stacking dolls
Behind a skull and a ribcage
Unwashed and unresolved?
And suppose I can live without doubt
Am I a man of thought, or am I a man of heart?
Have I ever stopped and thought to myself
That I may have eveything I need?
My flaws- They tend to whisper
And I think you can hear them in your poems
The pillows yelled: “we don’t need more poems.”
So I sat trying to break the patterns
of this monsterous loneliness
That no man shall endure nor beast
Boy with a beard
A heart missing a peace of mind
I hope this line bonds with your lines
And I hope your lines bond with mine
For this room is but a poem
A mirror mirroring the man.
Powerfully penned, M.E. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you, Damian! Highly appreciated “)
hello dearest ME I myself don’t know where my poems come from this a great glance into your soul ❤️
I believe my poems are a part of me. They come from my subconscious. 🙂
Thank you my friend for reading and support! Highly apprecited! <3
This is a hell of a write, my friend — very powerful; but I see a typo, I think, when you wrote, “In a battle of write and earse” when I believe that last word should be “erase,” yes?
Also, you may not be aware of the big LISTEN button that now lives on this page and no doubt many more of yours as well as many others who labour but are not aware of our unwanted AI reader who has hitch-hiked on the work of everyone who has not attached the #excludetx tag to their work.
Thank you brother for reading and the comment. Also for both the correction and exclude tag. I appreciate it! “)
This is quite mind-blowing.
I admire the punchy and reflective lines through each stanza.
I can sense this is a personal piece, it describes an emotional journey taking place.
It is enlightening and tragic at the same time.
A pleasure to take in. x
Thank you, Rosie C! It means so much to me. It is indeed a personal piece. “)
Dude…This is a kick ass piece. Your writings always intrigue me.
Thank you, Keith! Highly appreciated. “)