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Author: Perpetua
Fiction Rated: K - English - Poetry - Reviews: 1 - Published: 02-02-03 - Updated: 02-02-03 - id:1216125
Dirty Windows

I see a mirror.
I see myself.
I sense a fog rolling away.
Those blue eyes
Can never lie
They state what I'd never say.

I see memories
I see realities
I see torment swirling around.
Those black depths
Hold six regrets
And the seventh is counting down.

I see anger
I see rage
I see blood on dark eyelashes.
The burning fire
Of dark desire
Feeds on the red-hot matches.

I see wariness
I see mistrust
I see scenes of a broken will.
The light goes dark
They've lost their spark
And the heart will never heal.

I see sorrow
I see depression
I see all of my deepest fears
Coming true
In eyes of blue
Glistening with unshed tears.

But then I see hope
I see a life
I see some impossible inner light.
The strength to believe
And not just to leave
A reason to put up a fight.

I saw the mirror.
I saw myself.
The fog has now faded away.
Windows to the soul
Ever filled full
And I saw what I needed to say.

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