Reflection *rewrite and re-edit*

***A finished rewrite and edit of one of my older poems***

 

Reflection
By: Adam M. Snow

 

Alone am I this night of flutter,
confusion reigns, so I utter.
The air is that of a clouded dream;
so dark like that of an ordeal gleam.

 

I wonder where this fancy bestowed me;
in this room, damp as can be.
My vision is blurred from this smoky scene.
I see only a table, that of shallow green.

 

Heedfully I approach the table with ease,
Seeing afar it covered in bluish frieze.
My vision once blurred now is clearer;
that vanity table shown an olden mirror.

 

From the vanity table, that mirror I now held
I glanced upon myself, now greatly compelled.
A face has shown, was I yet not I,
it curses myself to die.

 

The image that was shown shadowed a vision:
Ye or I inter sweet derision,
o'er thy pass of insanity wake
as much of pain as I could take.

 

The mirror is now cracked as I am no more.
My heart beats cold as my days be hoar.
I've fallen apart and lost my way;
I am now one, alone in this blackened day.

 

My life's water has been turned into mist,
I, the writer who can't exist.
I am cracked in my own reflection
these wounds are the signs of my affliction.

 

I am one in this reflection shown two;
seeking to make my life anew.
I asked my reflection to be shown;
my truth, my past is left unknown.

 

I ask of thee, "Let it be done."
I am the writer, the lonely one
My reflections, it strains drops of blood;
now engulfing in life's lowly flood.

 

My eyes are stained as I lay cold,
I am weak-bound growing old.
My voice is muted as my heart now breaks;
my body's bounded but my soul still aches.

 

Agony whelms my ever being,
leaving I without a sight for seeing.
Burned into my mind, a vision of pain
as the mirror image, curse me insane.

 

To be upon a mirror image,
upon a worldly scrimmage.
My reflection does not show
this truth I do not dare to know.

 

My reflection is now cracked as I am no more.
My heart beats cold leaving my wounds sore.
I've fallen apart and lost my way;
I am now one, alone in this blackened day.

 

I long for amity among benevolence
a sought after among your prevalence.
I am now we, and we look back;
my ember morn has now grown so black.

 

The mirror is shattered, my image is not;
my demon has shown its devilish plot.
I've been raised yet again to have fallen-
My life, my heart be stolen.

 

My reflection in vision pains
showing I bound by my worldly chains.
I am force to face myself in such state,
the mirror shows, it-is-my-fate.

 

My image is broken yet is whole,
I seek only for my life's role.
I'm reaching through out the dark,
my only light an ember spark.

 

Nevermore will my reflection show;
I'm lost with no place left to go.
The mirror's lust has failed;
is this not where I dwelled?

 

My tears are falling upon my reflection
this holds for me no resurrection.
This cracked mirror now shows only one;
the life in this mirror is nearly done.

 

My reflection is not new,
like the mirror it's turning blue.
I, myself has gone insane,
I shall not lack in vain.

 

I am not myself, let I be smite;
this is the shine of evil's light.
I only love yet I still hate,
I know now it is my fate.

 

I feared myself, of who I am,
curse me now let thee be damn.
Bow ye not of I with shame,
I'm the one whom to blame.

 

I cannot live like the past,
nor the future of all in vast.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

'The mirror is shattered, my image is not;
my demon has shown its devilish plot.
I've been raised yet again to have fallen-
My life, my heart be stolen.'
A powerful poem. This is the type of poem that open the door to good discussion. Last line is fact. The past need to be reminders to be kind and not to repeat the same mistakes twice. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poem.
Coyote

[MOON]

Lovely elegant write.

[Amila Jay]

Wow. A wonderful write it is :))

[Southern Cross]

Gotta love EMO poems that deal with our self image. We all look in the mirror with doubt and resurrection. Nice write

[Sarah Hime (PokemonFan#..]

Beautiful. Simply, beautiful. A magnificent write. It was a poem told as a story. I liked it. I liked it a lot. You are my most favorite poet EVER! I love your work!

Keep it up!
=^_^=

[Cheyenne Harris]

This is very good! You're such an amazing writer. I love the vivid imagery and the use of vocabulary. Very well done.

[Charlotte Haran]

A short story, summarised into verse. In a way, your imagery is mesmerising and the matured language add a unique essence. I love your work.

[Elaenor Aisling]

Long, but an elegant and lovely write. Nice work.

[Katrina Mckeown]

amazing write, love everything about your poem, the flow, imagery etc.

[MoriartyMesa]

This was a whole lot to take in, but I like it, this was, well not sure if i explain it.