Truth behind the mirror

November 22, 2012
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Alone with the devil
God might repel me
But I need him the most
Kissing the evil…
But I hate my lips..
every passing moment dies
haunts like a ghost
when I see a bird fly with the wings
I wished for.. I sigh…
I’m sinking in the ground,
Drinking the air of monotonous life…
Digesting the pain,
Vomiting the truth, hidden inside..

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L7SquariaN This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Dec. 7, 2012 at 9:28 am
This poem moves pretty quickly and upon the frist read through, was a little difficult to decipher. I spent a good portion of the time trying to incorporate the title into certain aspects of the poem. It was a little difficult, but once I found a fitting interpretation, I've come to really appreciate this poem. Nicely done :)
Picus. said...
Dec. 7, 2012 at 4:34 am
Awesome Poetry. :) I love it. 
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