Mirror - The Arrival of The Deadman





Breathless, shattered 
still hurt from the cold nights 
I arrived to the heaven 
I found it like a mirror. 
Unlike other mirrors 
I could only see my truth

Death never scared me as
I would leave the misery
but relieved to know
That you wouldn't follow

Every lie I ever told 
Every falls signals 
I intentionally send
Was shown in the mirror
Lies as pure, condour 
like you wanted.

Thus, 
I looked closely, 
After the full-blown
The undivided story
My share of your life
To let this story,
Be my trophy.



for dVerse Poets - Deadman poems in the tradition of Marvin Bell.

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6 kommentarer:

Grace said...

How interesting to view heaven as a mirror, reflecting truths ~ I believe in accountability though in the end of our life (lives) ~

Thanks for joining in and wishing you happy week ~

Brian Miller said...

whew...what an interesting thought on that mirror eh? some of the things i am sure i would not want to see...wonder if we could face our truthes.....

Björn Rudberg said...

What a mirror.. I guess to look through to the truths inside us would be a tough entry into heaven--

Sumana Roy said...

heaven is a mirror reflecting our truths...a beautiful thought...

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

A sad life, evidently; makes me think this protagonist is better of now, even facing that mirror.

Shadiatique said...

Even though it's a harsh welcome or arrival for the dead-man, he still has his trophy.

thanks for all the comments and reflecting words.

S.

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