Mirrors

I'm an arms length deep in Medusa's chest,

My sword stained by a true man killer. 

Look at yourself, how weak you've become.

Taste the curse you've bestowed on those before me.

Your rage has been my whetstone, my path to defeating you.

For I am a warrior, fighting vigilantly only for myself.

I will carry the torch down the path of your downfall,

A thousand serpent's venom fails, your terrible gaze,

Worth nothing.

My passion grows, no longer for what we were.

I long to strike down these walls and chase wind.

The truth lies at the end of the labyrinth.
My dreams cannot be conquered.

Reviews

[Gregory Stires]

James this is a very good poem and i like how much emotion you have put into it.i like how good of dictation and symbolism you put into this write.

[Sami Khalil]

A very good write...Thank you for penning...:)......................

[Purplerose]

What a look. I can relate to this. Very emotional from the heart write. Enjoyed even though sad. :)

[John Alexander McFadyen]

This is a mature piece for an eighteen year old. It has balance and flow and a distinct voice that delivers defiance and hurt in crisp metaphors.

[James]

Thank you, I've been sort of writing poetry since I was 14, but I didn't start writing consistently until late last year.

[Lily Mae]

Awesome vent... I love it..!!

[James]

Thank you. Pretty much all of my poetry is me venting, it's a stress reliever.

[Lily Mae]

I like to do that too..