Treasure Island

Joshua Crumpton

(9-27-86 / Georgia)

The Mirror


As I gaze at the mirror that hangs, what is this that I see.
As I stare, I wonder how this person looking back is who I've come to be.

I look into those eyes, in which seem to only behold sadness.
Lonely no matter where I turn, and can't seem to escape this madness.

If I were to look into that heart, and through my very soul,
I would find a world of emptiness and pain that I can't seem to control.

Yet I don't move, and can't see, it's like in darkness I feel blind.
Why do I continue to stare at this mirror, what is it that I hope to find?

There is a dark side of the mirror, in which I'm afraid to say,
Feeling like a demon from hell cast out to play.

That's the part that does evil and idiotic things,
No matter what happens and what it brings.

I try to keep it in, something I must get rid of or atleast hide.
But I can't bury it, because still it's lurking deep down inside.

As I look upon this mirror, I see so much anger and pain.
I've tried to hide it, but no matter what the mirror still remains.

Submitted: Friday, March 16, 2012
Edited: Friday, March 16, 2012

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  • Mark Dillon (8/30/2012 7:33:00 AM)

    Well written, i've looked many a time, didn't always like what i saw, a time of reflection yeh. (Report) Reply

  • Darkangel Flyfree (8/5/2012 6:52:00 PM)

    Wow i really like your poems, i know exactly how you feel! Always keep your head up and keep writing these awesome poems Joshua! (Report) Reply

  • Sherry Painter (8/5/2012 2:51:00 PM)

    Mirrors, they have a tendancy to reflect parts of ourselves to us, that we don't want to. But once you see something, say, like, the truth, then it take you aback, and think
    Is that really me?
    It is, and so what are you going to do about you?
    Great poem.
    Demons are our abstical corse, we have to find new ways to doge them. And you are, in a way, when you wright about it... All I'm saying, basicaly, is I know what your say, clear as crystal. (Report) Reply

  • Kasia Fedyk (8/5/2012 9:43:00 AM)

    Very deep and so beautifully written Joshua, I love your poems and I feel them in my core, we all feel it sometimes it is part of our journey our lessons, our discovery of who we truly are.
    Spirits in a human body with a human experience. If we just let go and love, just love we become it.
    Beautiful write! ! (Report) Reply

  • Sruthi Varma (8/5/2012 9:18:00 AM)

    I like this poem..its showing sadness of soul..but on other side of sadness thr will be happiness..try to see it.. (Report) Reply

  • Unwritten Soul (4/22/2012 10:24:00 AM)

    Joshua, this poem really tied with sadness and pain..it played in many spaces and you found some in your heart. This a good poem, but for the things i want to say more here is about your days...why must you leave all happiness just for the bad past stained on you...No matter what your eyes see it still can be fooled bu illusion, trust inside your heart, there also something for you to gain.. You will pass this test if you accept all wrongs and start, believe a second chance for you to try again, to be happy..be positive and you must go better in future, you deserve good life..time to move on and soon you will see a smiling you in front of the same mirror! it can be true_Unwritten Soul (Report) Reply

  • Katie Moore (4/11/2012 2:37:00 AM)

    I like this poem. I feel it conveys a lot of sadness and the feeling that you don't have any control of the person you really are. You see a lot in yourself that you don't like. That you are trying to escape (or heal) things from the past but don't know quite how to deal with them. Often we put ugly things way down deep so we don't have to face them. You sound like you want to heal but cannot. (Report) Reply

  • Sodiq Yusuf (3/24/2012 9:08:00 AM)

    There is something fascinating about this poem: it is realistic and the language is apt. Listen to this: There is a dark side of the mirror, in which I'm afraid to say./ Feeling like a demon from hell cast out to play. Sincerely, I like those lines; they portray one's (I mean here the persona's) disillusionment with the world, our contemporary world in which moral, spiritual and emotional emptiness becomes the order of the day. Indeed, this is really good. Don't stop writing, Joshua. (Report) Reply

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