The Mirror of Altered Reality

The Mirror of Altered Reality

A Poem by Jake (SkEtChY) Antaya

The reflection in a mirror is not a reflection of reality. However, it is a reflection of our perception of reality.

 

 

Tonight is nothing more then another night in hell.

I sit at the foot of my mattress staring blankly at the wall ahead of me.

The hole in my core becomes greater; the bottomless pit of grief and despair grows.

I would like nothing more then to feel comfort and liberation from this horror that I must endure on a daily basis;

The horror of my own mind; the dread of my own being.

 

The mirror projects an image of lifelessness; it shows the pathetic likeness of a lost soul.

A devious smirk appears across the face in the reflection.

Indicating a change in presence,

A manifestation of what’s inside; a manifestation of what drives this lost cause.

The image speaks in a deviant tone, inducing a sense of deflated self worth.

An illustration of my repulsiveness is replicated in front of me.

 

A withered man, with deteriorated youth stares back.

Eyes sunken and vacant, smile long departed.

Skin coloured a pasty white, bones emerged from the shallow interior.

Lips and skin all cracked and shrivelled.

Suddenly the representation fades to nothing more then a transparent silhouette.

 

The obsession with the mirror is nothing more then a fixation with perfection.

My entire existence revolves around what is projected from this object.

However, I cannot see that the truth is embellished and manipulated by my depression.

The reflection is a figment of my imagination, rather then an authentic likeness of what I really am.

This mirror is not a reflection of reality; rather it is more a reflection of my perception of the truth.

 

I am the mirror; the mirror is not me.

© 2011 Jake (SkEtChY) Antaya


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You have captured one of the darkest moments of any human. You have captered the reader, and have, in a sence, forced them to reflect. I too, am included in that. Your description sets a somber, yet scared emotion to the reader, as they realise that what you say is true. That the truth is only our perseption, our obsession with perfection.

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You have captured one of the darkest moments of any human. You have captered the reader, and have, in a sence, forced them to reflect. I too, am included in that. Your description sets a somber, yet scared emotion to the reader, as they realise that what you say is true. That the truth is only our perseption, our obsession with perfection.

Posted 9 Years Ago


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you take the reader deep into the substrata of identity in an intelligent manner that begs the audience to self examine~
the sharp descriptive imagery itself is captivating~ the nuances reveal threads within the composition of classic sewn through experimental flawlessly~
in my library it ges for this one is meditation in precise action~

Posted 9 Years Ago


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Jake (SkEtChY) Antaya
Jake (SkEtChY) Antaya

Ontario, Canada



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My name is Jake A. However, you may see the majority of my work marked SkEtChY. I like to combine a mixture of poetry, short stories and I am currently in the middle of writing an auto-biography. I us.. more..

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