The otherside of me
Mirror reflects the otherside of me:
cold and flat, without a heart,
eyes grievously dark –
sun can't pass the black blinds.
A distorted reflection.
A self-portrait of me,
painted in dreary tones.
Sorrow burrowed deeper,
hidden behind a pane of glass.
A deceitful corpse
walks amongst you.
Trapped here, none notice
a doppelganger walks without a shadow.
A mirror image of self,
I'll wither away – a wisp in sun.
A spirit without a host,
it walked away without a soul.
A corpse-demon craving to be whole,
no longer shall I leave a reflection.
Locked away:
a soul stripped of body,
a body stripped of soul.
JE LEEST
The Dragon Became a Modern Poetaster
PoëziePoetry is a dance of words, a guise of flesh, and a reprise of thought. The myths of old are forgotten on modern tongues. Such adventurous spirits seek new vessels - fresh words to don and call their own. We shall write them home, you and I. Let the...
