Chapter 2 - Reflection
Submitted December 5, 2008 Updated December 5, 2008 Status Complete | Poetry of sorts not to be read to the blind, I'm afraid.
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Chapter 2 - Reflection
Chapter 2 - Reflection
He sees the clouded skies and wonders why
Why it only rains upon his side
He sees the roses growing still
But they do not live and he has no will
He sees the books and clears the dust
And oils doorhinges to cheat the rust
He sees the crows and the cat about
But like the flowers breathe they won't
He sees the age taken by the house
And he's doubting and dreaming
Thinking of things from far away
He sees his reflection in framed cracked glass
And states outloud
No one is there but he talks to himself
He asks the image in the broken mirror:
Who am I?
Why am I here?
What is left that I can hold most dear?
Why it only rains upon his side
He sees the roses growing still
But they do not live and he has no will
He sees the books and clears the dust
And oils doorhinges to cheat the rust
He sees the crows and the cat about
But like the flowers breathe they won't
He sees the age taken by the house
And he's doubting and dreaming
Thinking of things from far away
He sees his reflection in framed cracked glass
And states outloud
No one is there but he talks to himself
He asks the image in the broken mirror:
Who am I?
Why am I here?
What is left that I can hold most dear?
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