The reflection in the mirror

The reflection in the mirror is an unrecognisable figure,
I don't know this man, but I know his sins.
I'm getting pushed aside further and further,
where did my life end or when did it begin?

The reflection in the mirror tells me I'm lost,
wandering furiously towards the butterflies tears,
then into the lions den, my spirtis tossed,
all because of my refelections fears.

The reflection in the mirror is a brave, mighty soldier,
me? - am just a meek wounded mortal,
I used to be my aspiration, but now it's all ciphered,
and in my skin you breathe and nestle.

The reflection in the mirror shows me who I am,
but to like what I see gazing back would be a lie,
and in lifes race, to which I feel I've outswam,
this reflection will stare fiercley back at me until the day I die.

poem by D.A. Woods
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Midnight greyhound

As you lay there, fast asleep alone,
Ive packed my bag and gently kiss your crown,
as you read this who would of known,
that im miles away and your left on your own.

know I tried to be the best that I could,
I tried so hard, my lifes so misunderstood,
if I stayed here, it wouldn't of done any good,
leading seperate lives on this ocean, casting out deadwood.

The misery spread like cancer throughout my viens,
and I couldn't live a lie, not all over again,
as I wait here to board this bus out in the rain,
my love for you has gone, as my heart it unchains.

I shall sit down and think of better times that we had,
please don't begin to cry or get too mad,
just lead your life, find somebody new and be glad,
that am not around singing the same old ballad.

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poem by D.A. Woods
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