Deviation Actions
Literature Text
-Ernest Holmes
"Reflections"
by Alex Sorrow
I sit and gaze beyond the flawless glass
Until I realize that I do not see
What lies behind this window nevermore
Only into the reflection of me.
My ghost stares back with eyes devoid of life
Or perhaps that’s what my eyes really are
Were I to look away, the ghost would leave
From there, he would travel to places far.
He’d soar through shining waters of moonlight
Or creep along a wall of polished stone
My ghost would walk through so many windows
Travelling so far, but never alone
(for reflections never are).
I wonder, if when you looked to his eyes
If they would be as lifeless as are mine
Would my ghost still look at me with sadness
Or would his eyes have rekindled their shine?
But no matter how far my ghost had flew
How long it had been since we shared a glance
I would drag him back to this same window
When I would look beyond it in a trance.
Staring so deeply into the window
That I am looking at my reflection
All else falls away into nothingness
As I hold him and beg for protection.
But his eyes seem to beg me for freedom
To look away from him so he can live
I see the coldness in his eyes and know
I cannot free him and he won’t forgive.
My ghost, filled with hatred, haunts and stalks me
Watching me from every mirror each day
Taunting me with those unlovable eyes
Until the day my sorrow goes away.
I wanted to write something. I put aside an hour to do so. Nearly half an hour passed before I finally began typing this, because I didn't know what to write. I haven't touched my novel in weeks. I wanted to write a poem from the perspective of the Grim Reaper at first, but then the concept turned to silence when my muse refused to sing, and then the concept to writer's block because I could not write anything beyond a simple sentence.
Finally, I remembered this experience. I began typing, letting the words flow. Everything began to feel natural, even following my usual poetic structure. My muse quietly began to sing, and I felt that familiar passion fill me with emotions beyond what words can convey, and for a moment... I was happy.
Hopefully this poem can make you happy to, if only for a moment.