How to Kill a Poet.

A Poem by Stormy Weather

Today I saw my own reflection in a mirror...

It puzzles me how I can ever seem to formulate a droplet of hope.

It amazes me how I can find the audacity to type a few words with confidence.

Where does it all come from?

When I sleep, do I visit a well that holds everything that died within

Me, so long ago?

Do I pull up the bucket full of treasures, and replenish my withering

Smile?

My reflection looked too content. Content with my thoughts.

Is that wrong?

You know you'll never be good enough, why would you deserve

Anything more? No matter what you do to the outside,

The inside will never match up either.

Can't I be fake? Can I be plastic?

Be everything and anything anyone wants me to be?

Can't I be good enough to reach a heart that's bleeding,

No, it's never for me.

Can't I learn to find some respect,

That's so often thrown around.

Why can't I say no?

I'm not a people-pleaser....

But I want to end my journey alone.

Beauty fades, but while it's here,

Can't it visit me one night?

Love is transient, but before it gets on that train,

Can't it come say hello?

I'm tired of the approach of generic experiences,

Can't I be special for once, in my trials?

Grasping for straws, I'm at a convention,

It's a sunny afternoon.

But the straws disappear, and then re-appear,

In the hands of everyone in the room.

I have no straw, and I lost my pass...

So they kick me out on the grass.

Then a voice calls to me and says,

"Don't worry, you're straws will come,

But for now, eat s**t."

How am I supposed to smile at that?

That voice, I'm going to kill it.

Silence...Silence..Silence....

And everyone has a prize to go home with but me.

I wake up, and pull the cold, rotting corpse into my arms

And hold onto it, tightly.

Today I saw my own reflection in a mirror...

And I had no idea who was looking back at me,

But damn, she seemed lost...and mad.

© 2011 Stormy Weather

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Coyote Poetry

I look in the mirror too. I don't recognize the person either. Life turn us away from dreams and goals. I believe we must stop and re-set our life. Then control our desire and place we need to be. The poem told of disappointment and a internal battle. I did like the ending. Gave the poem a powerful ending. A excellent poem.
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