Reflection -rewrite-

From the vanity table, a mirror I held glace upon extremely compelled. A face has shown, was I yet not I, it curses myself to die.

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 a room, damp it would be.

My vision is blurred by this smoky scene.

I see that of a table, draped of shallow green.

 

I pondered there for a moment, a moment it was;

but apparently a moment too long came abuzz.

It echoes louder, louder atop of that table cloth;

calling to me my once forgotten troth.

 

So heedfully I approach the table with ease,

Seeing afar it covered in bluish frieze.

My vision once blurred now felt clearer;

that vanity table shown an olden mirror.

 

Now 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’s shown cracked, as I grown no more.

My heart beats cold as my days be hoar.

I've fallen apart to lose my way;

I am now one in this blackened day.

 

I watch my life now turned to 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.

 

The mirror’s shown cracked, as I grown no more.

My heart beats cold leaving my wounds sore.

I've fallen apart and lost my way;

I am but one 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 demons 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 this 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, it is not new;

like the mirror it's turning blue.

I, myself 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

[Miss Marie Riorden.]

Long, but that doesn't deter from the fact it's still wonderfully writtern. The rhyming scheme continues flawlessly. It doesn't seem like you had much trouble writing this at all, but that's just me basing soemthing off what I read. The pain throughout the entire thing is layered, it goes deeper and deeper as you read along. The imagery is spotless as if you see yourself staring in a broken mirror
Good job!

-Marie-

[ToxicMelody]

Beautifully written! You have amazing diction, if I may say so! The rhyming, the wording, and the progression just flows! The length didn't pull you off topic and the imagery is just splendid! I love it!

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

Long write but so great! I love how your rhyming and flow is so great and seems so effortless as I read. And very nice story of the scene within this poem. Loving this part:
"'I ask of thee, "Let me be but one,
so that I may be done. ""

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i bet know one will ever believ me that i know a modern day shakespeare oh well! there loss more poems for me!
(sing-song voice)
shake-speare poems
shake-speare poems
all for me
shake-speare poems :)

[?]

Oh you little Shakespearein,lol
I stand in awwwwww of your writings
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.

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

So guess I'll live somewhere in the middle of past and vast future. lol
Wonderful piece Adam

[J. J. Nightingale]

A loss of self .. insanity looms .. I am not, yet I am ...

Whew, deep thoughts .. Jasmine

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

Amazing rhyme scheme!

[Lexy]

Long. But very very good.

[Dahlia Phoenix]

"My reflection is cracked; I am but no more.
my heart beats cold, my wounds are sore.
I've now fallen apart; I've gone lost my way;
I'm but one in a blackened day."

I took my time to carefully analyze this poem and the meaning that I come with is that our own reflection can be our own demise. Sometimes we wish for things to be perfect through the shiny glass but in reality, reveals a cold heart with nothing to offer the world. The agony becomes almost unbearable at the end, trying to escape a maze of faults and lies. Simply outstanding.

[Ruth]

This despair sinks further and further the more this goes along, superbly thought out love! The reader is left feeling so much emotion after reading this and dwelling within such imagery, amazing! xoxo

[Jenni-Chan]

wow. ... that was sad. make something that makes me burst into laughter. something happy. please?