On the Wall

February 6, 2009
By AwayWithOutLove BRONZE, Boynton Beach, Florida
AwayWithOutLove BRONZE, Boynton Beach, Florida
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Oh, I know of a portal
Where something gruesome lurks
So horrible 'twas banished
From theres of filth and murk

It turns your insides outward
To stare upon its face
If that is what you'd call it
(It's truly more of a disgrace

To everything in nature)
Its penetrating gaze
Will forever drive you downwards
Towards a sick a maddening craze

Its grotesque, misshapen features
Will forever haunt your mind
If, after hearing my speech
You discover that you find

You wish to stare into this portal
Oh, come now, take your turn
What's the worst that could happen?
(Ok, you'd shrivel up and burn)

Still, stare into this portal
And see this thing of muck
And look--oh, great! You've broken it!
That's seven years bad luck!


The author's comments:
I was in early morning detention one day, and the evil, vile, disgusting lady who moderated the detention was being a total b****. So I wrote this, lovingly thinking about her.

If you can't figure out what this poem is actually about, read below.










*SPOILER ALERT*
If you didn't figure it out, it's a mirror.

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