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The Horror In The Mirror (poem 22)

I have been plagued for quite some time by a horrific image in the mirror.
As I approach a mirror I must do so with great trepidation, for what I see there is a monstrous image.
 
It is a monstrous being with no saving graces, grotesque to the very point of making a person recoil with disgust.
Just the sight of it with the realisation that such a thing could exist makes all who see it give up on humanity.
 
I have been plagued for quite some time by a horrific image in the mirror.
As I approach a mirror I must do so with great trepidation, for what I see there is a monstrous image.
 
How could such an abomination exist?
How could such a crime against nature roam this land?
 
I have been plagued for quite some time by a horrific image in the mirror.
As I approach a mirror I must do so with great trepidation, for what I see there is a monstrous image.
 
What I see is something with no life, no intellect, no future and no hope.
Then I finally realised what it was in the mirrors, it was just... my own reflection.
 
 
 
Copyright © 2011, William Cody Winter.

An Old World’s Captured Image (poem 20)

(A poem I wrote for the tenth anniversary of 9/11)


Thy old world’s beauty gone forever.
Captured at a moments notice by faceless bystanders.
A bygone world captured by a small shift of a hand and a click of a finger.

A still picture, a moving picture.
A camera, a camcorder.

All captured the horrors of the loss of innocence.
All captured the horrors of the loss of an old world.

A still picture, a moving picture.
A camera, a camcorder.

All captured the horrors of the start of an endless war.
All captured the horrors of the start of the fight for freedoms.

Glass, Steel and Flesh burnt.
Four giant birds of prey fall from the sky.

Within a few short hours thy sacred old world is lost.
Within a few short hours thy old world is turned to one of terror and dictation.

A still picture, a moving picture.
A camera, a camcorder.

All captured within a few hours the death of a civilised civilisation.



Copyright © 2011, William Cody Winter.