Mirrors stand to illustrate
the scope of self then displayed
reactions twisted to reflect
in the face of other folks
a funhouse without laughs
screams echoes against walls
while the reflections twist and turn
stating horror as consequence
this ruling stated without hope
damning all in parallel
some asking to be judged
while others offer cruel insight
poison spread from the taint
an image felt within the heart
provided with ill intent
at request of supplicants.
© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.20191015.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very beautiful poem indeed............10+