2 Faces In My Mirror Poem by keith hendrickson
2 Faces In My Mirror
sitting here in this lonely room
with nothing above my head but gloom
saddness weighs heavy again on my shoulders
it weighs down upon my life like sand beneath a bolder
with suicide not a contemplation
but a plotted out destination
will the after life be a permanent vacation
or will it be an eternal damned nation
is death nothing but you getting ready to return
is it sitting in heaven or going beneath the earth to burn
only those who have seen my fate have learned
i think im waiting for my eternal sleep
but i do believe in that man called death
because around every corner i here him creep
and when im alone i feel his every breath
i know he is a man because a woman couldnt be so cruel
so with this razor or with this gun i challenge him to a duel
i stare him down from head to floor
then i realize, ive seen this man before
pace for pace and place to place
i know this man because im stareing at myself in the mirror face to face
wow! ! That was amazing. While reading this i felt your pain and it is so familiar. Thank you.
Wow! I love the way you wrote this. The emotion and visuals behind it are amazingly accurate. I give this a definite 10+
I have seen the faces before as well. Wonderful choice of words.
you use great expression to write your pain. very imaginative in your metaphor of death being yourself. i have some poetry very similar to this that i have not yet had time to post as well as working on a new poem following the same idea. when i have them posted i will send you the links. as you know we have similar styles of both writing and thinking. to be honest i, reading this was like reading my own work. just remember don't give in, show no submission. let you pen's ink be your blood and your words be your acquiescence of thoughts into actions. excellent... a 10 my friend. Jen
Like I said in my poem titled: In pursuit of Happiness: I have learned the hard and painful way that where is an ending, there is a new beginning What I thought to be a great loss, it turned out to be a blessing from the sky This deep and heart touching write of yours, is amazing and thought provoking! Powerful and well crafted! 10+++ Thank you for sharing! God Bless You! Love and Peace for always! Romeo from New York City!
Pain running through the lines - imagery making the meaning of the pain and gloom more prominent! Duelity highlighted -still beauty persist to exist through the lines! Well written Piece! Winnie
love it mate. excellent word choice and passion.10 + if possible
I felt every word. and i've walked through your verses some time ago but you beat me at putting it on paper Beautiful Poet! Lee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/3/2025 2:51:18 AM # 1.0.0
This is really good. Yes the world is cruel but its the lessons of life that teach us to go through it. who knows whats at the end but someday we will know it all. Good Job Britney