escapes from the image you had tried not to see
a reflection of the fears hidden deep inside,
unleashed nightmares of what used to be.
unhealed wounds and hideous scars
burning bruises of a painful fall
its that familiar taste of acid-like tears
its that unchanging stench of a suffering soul.
suffering from what?
what causes the tear?
that very same heart...
with very same fears...
those resounding voices
of curses and screams
seeping through the head
echoing through the ears.
in this world of incertitude and deceit,
how different is friend from foe?
what difference there then dwells
in the very heart of every soul?
look back at the image,
the broken heart and shattered dream
as you look closer and take it all in,
its the mirror who curses...
its the mirror who screams...
2003
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