Mirrors

This poem is about the average feelings of people and how they come and go so quickly. And how we often cannot make up our minds about things.

My mind is as clouded as the sky
With all these feelings flying by
I don’t know when
But I do know why.

It’s because I cannot contain
All the uncertainty in my brain.
The thoughts all pass like drops of rain
Some with labor like pains
Locked up with a name engraved chain.

 

On one occasion, I cannot think
But on the next, its like a sphinx.
Not really knowing
What I’m doing
To which I feel
So disproving.

 

Thoughts are like fields of grass
Always being cut, but growing fast
I’m constantly afraid of what I’ll feel next
To the point where I don’t
Want my life
To progress

 

I want to seal myself in a cave
With all those good memories I have made
And I’ll toss the bad ones out its door
So I don’t have to think about
Or make any more.

 

It kills me not to know
What others motives are
Because the feelings we sometimes show…
The truth is very far.
And we don’t really know
Who people truly are.

 

Many people
Many tears
Much sadness
Simple cheer
But we can’t see what we’re thinking.
When we look, in our mirrors.

Reviews

[OT]

nice!! I like the strange inconsistent rhyme scheme here - it fits the idea of mirrors well - the reflections distorted kind of thing!! nice stuff here!

[deeps]

um what is a sphinx?
I like this write it's so emotional.
Very well expressed and truthful.
very nicely done.