deepundergroundpoetry.com
Mirror Image
He waits for the deciding push
A final setback in his life
Efforts made, but what's the point?
He raises his keenest knife
He recalls his past mistakes
The treachery, and negligence
Death, he feels, would be proud
To remove this cause for pestilence
He positions the sharpened blade
To a vein stretching on his throat
But in the mirror he sees his face
Lacking tears, creased with a gloat
He realizes that there's more
So much to do before he goes
The reflection does somewhat agree
He's doomed to life, not graveyard rows.
A final setback in his life
Efforts made, but what's the point?
He raises his keenest knife
He recalls his past mistakes
The treachery, and negligence
Death, he feels, would be proud
To remove this cause for pestilence
He positions the sharpened blade
To a vein stretching on his throat
But in the mirror he sees his face
Lacking tears, creased with a gloat
He realizes that there's more
So much to do before he goes
The reflection does somewhat agree
He's doomed to life, not graveyard rows.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 6
reading list entries 0
comments 13
reads 491
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.