Post by xunpredictablel on Jan 17, 2010 14:56:03 GMT -5
|Title| Inspire- Inspired- Lack Thereof?
|Rating| PG.
My eyes gazed into the mirror, my hands touched and rubbed at it,
but my figure is naught but a blur against the mud.
The glass turns to mercury, clearer, but distorted. Wretched, but visible.
It fades back into dust, a layer so thick that light is fallen.
I ball my fists and cry out in a frustration as I bow my head.
I almost shatter the glass with my hate-filled glare,
but a whisper warns against it.
I cross my legs and look again, now crimson drips down my reflection and I gasp.
It lasts but a second, but terror fills me head.
Finally, an image of my eye is seen, a reflection barely big enough to see it.
I press my open eye to the glass.
A world unfurls,
and there is a peek of inspiration.
|Rating| PG.
My eyes gazed into the mirror, my hands touched and rubbed at it,
but my figure is naught but a blur against the mud.
The glass turns to mercury, clearer, but distorted. Wretched, but visible.
It fades back into dust, a layer so thick that light is fallen.
I ball my fists and cry out in a frustration as I bow my head.
I almost shatter the glass with my hate-filled glare,
but a whisper warns against it.
I cross my legs and look again, now crimson drips down my reflection and I gasp.
It lasts but a second, but terror fills me head.
Finally, an image of my eye is seen, a reflection barely big enough to see it.
I press my open eye to the glass.
A world unfurls,
and there is a peek of inspiration.