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Duality

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Staring into this cursed mirror, I see
another person looking straight back at me
with my same expression, it throws at me lies
and I notice with horror that it smiles with no eyes.

This thing in the mirror can’t be me
for even in my darkest hours, I have my sanity;
this, however, is nothing but a shell
filled with dark desires and impulses to kill.

I look into the abyss that once held his eyes
and realize this thing is not just any person,
that this thing, this animal, is not just anyone,
but this animal is what I have become.

As I shudder in shock, I discover that
my hands act with a will of their own;
they reach out to the glass, and in one swift move
break it, shattering it to a million fragments
a million fragments of what I used to be
scattered now across the floor.


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As I look in this blessed mirror, I see
another person staring blankly back at me
with a hazed expression, it comforts my cries
and I notice with amazement that it has my eyes.

This person in the mirror used to be me
back in the time when I had my sanity
now, however, I am nothing but a shell
lacking the spark, the life, of my former self.

I search into the depths of my long forgotten eyes
and remember for a time who I used to be
how I felt, how I dreamt, how I was unique
and remember now what has been taken from me.

As I stare in wonderment, I notice that
my old hands act with a will of their own
they reach out, soothingly, to the glass
and in one swift move shatter it to a million fragments
a million fragments of what I used to be
scattered now across the floor.
another introspective dark poem, of a person looking at his soul, and his soul looking back at him.

care to decide which one is his soul?
© 2007 - 2024 xerinth
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CollinHell's avatar

Hey man, it's been a decade or so! Brought up this poem in a conversation about how it's probably my favorite poem ever, even now at 30. Hope life is treating you well!