This cold and lifeless
Mirror in my hands
Shines rainbows on a world
Otherwise devoid of color.
This cold and pointless
Mirror in my hands
Shines reflections of this scenery
Back to the gods of men;
Back to their own eyes
Which they foolishly believe to be sacred.
And yet, in this mirror,
Where is my reflection?
Why do I see nothing but
Translucency?
Am I so apt to ignorance
That I ignore the very sight of my self?
Or perhaps,
It does not wish it self to be seen,
Perhaps
It does not enjoy
The thought of it's inhabitant
Realizing all his faults;
Veiwing his very soul,
And seeing that no light
Will ever find it's way
To his cold and lifeless heart.
Ah, ignorance,
The cold and refreshing
Poison;
I take it everyday
Simply to keep myself sane.
And if this mirror denies me
Of my denial,
I will deny it it's luster.
So,
To smash this mirror upon this rock,
It reveals that is fragile;
Yet as I pick up these broken peices
I see a glint through the edges of my sight,
It is an antidote
For this poison which I am gratefull for,
And it is forced upon me.
This cold and shattered
Mirror in my hands
Shines my reflection back to me,
And I can finally see it.
It tells me I am broken. |
Submission Name: Reflection:Denied
