Ghost Of My Reflection
/One of many poems which reflect true life events that I have put into poetry form.
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Ghost of my reflection
I see in your rejection
I can attest from year to year
This thing I can not uncover
Why should I thus suffer
Love I so long for
Be it now, or throughout my many years
Should you never see the stains
Far, nor near
I wept till I could not
Tears were unsought
And I found myself on a cliff, far away, from here
Alone in my reflection
Yet denied affection
Age has worn me, in the mere
Does one not matter
Whose life holds no answer
I ask these words?..
I hold dear.
Dare me alone
When my eyes take me to a place, so near
A place where my reflection
Is all but a rejection
And all my flowing tears
Will suddenly abate
Slowly shall they fade
And you will stand next to me here
Years of rejection
Knowing of not reason nor confession
Should the nightingale know words so clearly?
I go as I come
Into the world unfit, as undone
An anguish relinquished
A fine colored tear flows gently..
It too also fears.
As the nightingale's songs grow further
From my ears..
I weep if they too suffer
Ghost of my reflection
What cost must I pay
To be cast so quickly away?
I can only listen
As the nightingale calls
Shall I still hear?
Alone on the cliff
I stand near
Awaiting the wind
To blow me in another direction
Taking me away from here.
I give to the gods
My unforgiving pause
Damned such a place, be so unmistakingly clear
Then I pause for an instant
Hesitant is my moment
I will not go alone
Not without answers
For naught, all these wearisome years
Of the tears
Which no longer come
Onto the cliff, I have clung
I see a nightingale fly
I wonder, If it also no longer cries.
By Andrea W R Jones
From: United States
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