My eyes take rest upon an old mirror,
Thoughts and emotions through my corpse pervade.
Drawing my own unsightly face nearer,
I notice all my body’s diff’rent shades.
My innocence is black with impur’ties;
I will never be clean nor chaste again.
Never empty of insecurities,
No longer unique, but only a Jane.
Brown colors the hands of the homeless child,
Humor’us as it is that mine are darker.
My actions horrid and my words reviled,
I’ve tainted lives with a perm’nent marker.
Green am I over the life God gave you,
Purple am I as I suffer through mine.
My eyes become blue when I give adieu,
And yellow am I, for having no spine.
And even though I’ve caused myself this strife,
The colors of my heart still flow bright red,
Because you and only you give me life,
When I dreamed and wished that I were dead.
Funny enough, this piece is from 2004, before I quit posting. I'm pretty sure (after doing a search on my old threads and comments) that I never shared it here. That surprised me because this is probably one of my better pieces, in my own opinion. Unfortunately, I haven't written many poems in quite some time but I am hoping to find some inspiration and perhaps, my muse.
Nicely done, good to see you posting again. I do hope you find your muse.
Thank you, Les.
i like this alot. its a shame you dont post much anymore
I'm hoping to find some inspiration here!