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    As i walk down a weary path
    My lungs feel as if they are filled with glass
    I continue to walk aimlessly
    Looking for something to save me
    As i approach a glittery shiny crossroad
    I stop and look both ways
    To the left is a green and heavenly scene
    To the right is a space filled with earthly dreams
    As I make my turn right I start to feel that something is not right
    But just when I realized that this is not my path
    I turn with aspiration to head in the right direction
    But as I turn I am met by a face that looks just like mine
    Could this be a sign
    I begin to turn in circles this shiny place has turned into a field of mirrors
    I look into all of them and I can not identify who I am looking at, I walk closer but the mirrors continue to back away farther and farther
    As my vision zooms into the eyes of the reflection I stare into the most beautiful and familiar eyes that are filled with emptiness
    I blink and that reflection is me somewhere along the weary path i lost my soul
    I cry out but no response
    The mirrors fall and I see nothing
    A feeling so explicit is rushes through my body...

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    Mosfabulous commented on Empty

    11-18-2009

    I like this poem. I like how you came up with this. Very good and keep on writing. God bless you!

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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