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Running through a wheat dream
Open skies, worms and flies, my face cries
Surrounded by silver streams
I stumbled into the valley where sleepiness never dies
A manger on fire, burning embryo of lies
no one said their final good-bye's

I wake up alone in the middle of a field
Rain falling from the sky, to bless my soul
Above the silver lining of mirrored clouds
I place a bouquet of flowers on your grave
Angered by the thought of my birth
Where has my salvation gone?

Rescued by the hand, of the one I can not see
Happy and tormented in life's final way
Silent mistreated never understand
Arid of hate dooming everyday
Something so evil ruins the last holding hand
My mouth hit by the door, on my knees when I pray
A ricochet shot when he revealed my plan
Fallen in and out after an unwanted betrayal
Alone with my own reflection is where I stand
Broken Mirrors, 
the only thing I see!
7 years -- bad luck.


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  1. Date: 5/21/2015 10:40:00 PM
    Your poetry is profound. Good work.

  1. Date: 5/21/2015 6:14:00 AM
    So intense are the lines that one has to return over and over again to a rewarding appreciation of the poem.

  1. Date: 5/16/2015 1:14:00 PM
    Wonderful Poem, so conflicted. Life does not always deal us an easy hand. Enjoyed your poem.

  1. Date: 5/12/2015 2:40:00 PM
    Thinking positive instead of negative makes all the difference..Not a broken mirror means 7 years bad luck but what good can come from getting a new mirror..Enjoyed reading your creative work..Thanks for stopping by and reading one of my older ones..Sara

  1. Date: 5/12/2015 9:23:00 AM
    We still can not understand really what is infact the mirror. The light is refracted and reflected repeatedly in perspective and lens of the eye. Why we love to look in the mirror? I think we're trying to understand themselves in such a way, to understand what our soul and that we ourselves really. Meeting with a stranger is refracted light of our soul in the aura of the man and a so-called movement of the soul. The fine works of Oscar Wilde "The Picture of Dorian Gray" is the theme explored it. The great film director Andrei Tarkovsky regard to this in his most famous film "The Mirror"

  1. Date: 5/5/2015 10:29:00 PM
    I fell in love with this poem!!! especially the mirror part!!!

  1. Date: 5/2/2015 4:36:00 AM
    This is amazing !

  1. Date: 5/1/2015 11:43:00 PM
    Beautiful work Skat A!!!!

  1. Date: 4/29/2015 8:53:00 PM
    I love this poem

  1. Date: 4/27/2015 2:06:00 AM
    This poem is so awesome. I loved reading this.

    Das Avatar Nandita Das
    Date: 4/27/2015 2:06:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    A favorite .
  1. Date: 4/26/2015 3:23:00 PM
    Very emotional...beautiful

  1. Date: 3/26/2015 8:16:00 PM
    Alone with my own reflection is where I stand - great

  1. Date: 3/25/2015 6:10:00 AM
    an awesome

  1. Date: 3/14/2015 9:51:00 PM
    Such a sad feeling. I love the poem. It reminds me of many things.

  1. Date: 2/20/2015 5:02:00 AM
    "Hey...your poems are amazing! After your encouraging words I thought of dropping by and now I'm glad I did it. Its wonderful to read such poems with deep emotions in such simple words. Great job. :-) "

  1. Date: 1/26/2015 1:40:00 AM
    a nice poem for a difficult journey...great!

  1. Date: 12/16/2014 5:29:00 AM
    well put, well articulated, perfect choice of words.

  1. Date: 12/8/2014 5:00:00 AM
    Powerful bit of imagery here. Well done.

  1. Date: 11/29/2014 10:53:00 PM
    oh my goodness.. this is perfect. i read a quote once: "poetry speaks through desire" you hit the bullseye. this makes me feel something deep inside and thats beautiful.

  1. Date: 11/17/2014 10:13:00 PM
    This is what poetry is all about... Extracting the deepest darkest pained parts of our souls and painting something beautiful with the mud