Mirror, Mirror!
My first attempt at a Palindrome poem. BY ROSS E F LOMBARDI
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Mirror, Mirror!
BY ROSS E F LOMBARDI
My first attempt at a Palindrome poem.
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Fight!
Fight it!
Time to get up and once again,
Running out of Time,
I am THIS!
This mere mockery mirror thing!
Hate and loath this shadow being.
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Mirror, Mirror on the Wall?
Who is the unfairest of them all?
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The mirror sings back as a giant on a beanstalk tall,
“I smell the blood of a depressed man”
“Be he live”
“Or,”
“Be he dead”
“I will grind his Heart”
“To make my basic bread!”
“For it is I, who is the unfairest one of all!”
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Mirror, Mirror on the Wall
What are you looking at son?!
I do not like the way you look at me at all!
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Mirror, Mirror of my fat bloated body
Too much age and too little money.
Too late of life now, to be loved now, by anybody!
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Mirror, Mirror, in my head
It has been nearly twenty hours.
Time to get out of bed.
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Mirror, Mirror of my mind
You failure! You scum! You mere reflection!
Your cruel words are just too unkind
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Mirror, Mirror of my soul
How can I fill this sucking void within me?
Please, Make me whole?
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Mirror, Mirror of My spirit
No remaining love for life,
My heart’s no longer in it.
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Mirror, Mirror, of itself.
I hate seeing This! I hate you, being This.
I beg you, Mirror, Mirror, be someone else.
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Mirror, Mirror, of this Mirror
What can be real when all emotion is numb
I cannot live like this!
I cannot live like this!
What can be real when all emotion is numb
Mirror, Mirror, of this Mirror
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Grey Misty Mirror, Oh!
No hope, no longer, of any happy future.
Time for me to go!
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And the grotesque image within it warps and shifts beneath my fluid accusing finger.
As water,
As if liquid quicksilver
Touching the surface,
The mirrors glass ripples now
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The mirrors glass ripples now
Touching the surface,
As if liquid quicksilver
As water,
And the grotesque image within it warps and shifts beneath my fluid accusing finger.
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Time for me to go!
No hope, no longer, of any happy future.
Grey Misty Mirror, Oh!
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Mirror, Mirror, of this Mirror
What can be real when all emotion is numb
I cannot live like this!
I cannot live like this!
What can be real when all emotion is numb
Mirror, Mirror, of this Mirror
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I beg you, Mirror, Mirror, be someone else.
I hate seeing This! I hate you, being This.
Mirror, Mirror, of itself.
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My heart’s no longer in it.
No remaining love for life,
Mirror, Mirror of My spirit
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Please, Make me whole?
How can I fill this sucking void within me?
Mirror, Mirror of my soul
.
Your cruel words are just too unkind
You failure! You scum! You mere reflection!
Mirror, Mirror of my mind
.
Time to get out of bed.
It has been nearly twenty hours.
Mirror, Mirror, in my head
.
Too late of life now, to be loved now, by anybody!
Too much age and too little money.
Mirror, Mirror of my fat bloated body
.
I do not like the way you look at me at all!
What are you looking at son?!
Mirror, Mirror on the Wall
.
“For it is I, who is the unfairest one of all!”
“To make my basic bread!”
“I will grind his Heart”
“Be he dead”
“Or,”
“Be he live”
“I smell the blood of a depressed man”
The mirror sings back as a giant on a beanstalk tall,
.
Who is the unfairest of them all?
Mirror, Mirror on the Wall?
.
Hate and loath this shadow being.
This mere mockery mirror thing!
I am THIS!
Running out of Time,
Time to get up!
Time to get up and once again,
Fight it!
Fight!
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About the Creator
Ross E Fortune Lombardi
Writer. Gamer, Goth
A (Constantly Failing To Be Funny) satirist!
Mutare non est meum
Cantus moriar
BLOG:
http://lombot.co.uk
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This is wayyyy better than my Palindrome! Fantastic work! I loved it!