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Whisper of the Mirror

In the breadth of madness, A silhouette twisted by illusion, Flows the molten stream of evil, Into the chasms of his gray dreams. The rebellions of flesh, heavy with indolence, And the barrenness of bleak thoughts, Scratch at the dignity that follows sin. The insanity of a mirage, Rising from the depths of the soul's cellar, Unleashes its poisonous whip, And whispers, again and again— You are sinking; You are sinking. And the threads of survival, Somewhere beneath the roots of belief, Are shrouded in moss. Ah, You are sinking, And the reflection inside the mirror Bears witness to a cold, bleak corpse, With hands long past their trial. I wander slowly, Let the mirror whisper my name, yet the reflection, it seems, Has been possessed by another voice for years— A voice that abandoned me In a place amongst decaying thoughts, Fighting for a belief That was never truly mine. And now, I hear it, Behind leaden coughs, And smell it, Amid the fragrance of dried flowers. And I see it In a spring That has long since spat On the balance of the seasons.

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Date: 4/5/2025 10:53:00 PM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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