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Mirror, Mirror

A Trip into the Void

By K. M. JamesPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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To the figure in the looking glass,

At whom I stared but,

Who did not stare back

There was no life on the other side,

Just a pale reflection left behind

Still my yearning, it isn’t real

Immune to sound, scent, taste and

Feel

Just an image I’m looking at

Not really me, I’m not that

Is this who the others see?

A shallow soul, and misery?

I see a man who’s broken down

A fallen king without his crown

I’ve been maimed,

I’m such a poor chump

It was only a game,

And it’s I, who’s been trumped

So I’ll strike like a python

And with all of my might

I’ll strike down this icon

And reign in the light

I can finally rest now, do you like what you see?

The end is right there, there's no hope for me

As my blood’s draining out onto the floor

I have opened and shut that last fated door

I go with peace now,

In search of sheer bliss

And I’ll take my last bow

As I near the abyss

There is no meaning to all of my strife,

But a bitter end, to a bitter life

sad poetry
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About the Creator

K. M. James

If I attempted to sum my life up into a 240 character biography, I wouldn't sound all that interesting. Not that I am, but I'd like you to think so.

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