Stranger

My voice mimics his

When volume increases

And anger unbridled

And tension rises

My face mimics his 

When wrinkles grow deeper

And stress grows older

And guilt worsens

My mouth mimics his

When it forms

Furious vowels and constants

Poised to strike, impale, bleed 

My body mimics his 

Hands a flurry of fury

Of slaps, of self harm 

Of a warning 

My loneliness mimics his 

…

My temper mimics his 

Unflattering, uncontrolled 

Unbearable, uncertain

One could drown in her insanity

My wants mimics his 

For control, for release

To control when to release

To never let go 

My impact mimics his 

Broken, unnoticed

Painful gasps untouched

Relations broken, by mirrors 

Of a stranger who raised me.

Reviews

[1809 Black Plague Decem..]

Hellos, Dear, Danalyn,
I enjoyed your poem Stranger,
I love the providence of 'mimic his,'
powerful feelings, conjesturies, the wold you depict,
the fulright of a man who troubles, and mimic to please
a tragic sense, bravo! ----1809 Black Plague December

[danalyn]

Thank you so much!!! this is really uplifting :)

[1809 Black Plague December]

of course, Dear, loved the read,
---1809 Black Plague DEcember

[The_Ancient_Rock]

Guess we can agree on that at least...

Indeed...

Oh well... what to do about it?