LonelyDragon
Well-known member
The Antique Mirror
I walked by an antiques boutique today.
In the window was an antique mirror.
And as I passed, I happened to glance in
But this was no ordinary mirror,
for it shows not a reflection
but one's true nature.
And when I peered into it
I saw there in it's glassy depths
an image that I easily recognized.
And as I looked upon the familiar visage
of this hideous monster I truly am
and the dark, gaping hole where my heart is no more,
I began to realize why she could not love me
Nor could any other.
For I myself could not resist
the uncontrollable urge to turn away in disgust.
Repulsed by my own squalor.
ŁonelyĐragon
Published 2002
I walked by an antiques boutique today.
In the window was an antique mirror.
And as I passed, I happened to glance in
But this was no ordinary mirror,
for it shows not a reflection
but one's true nature.
And when I peered into it
I saw there in it's glassy depths
an image that I easily recognized.
And as I looked upon the familiar visage
of this hideous monster I truly am
and the dark, gaping hole where my heart is no more,
I began to realize why she could not love me
Nor could any other.
For I myself could not resist
the uncontrollable urge to turn away in disgust.
Repulsed by my own squalor.
ŁonelyĐragon
Published 2002