Mirror - The Arrival of The Deadman





Breathless, shattered 
still hurt from the cold nights 
I arrived to the heaven 
I found it like a mirror. 
Unlike other mirrors 
I could only see my truth

Death never scared me as
I would leave the misery
but relieved to know
That you wouldn't follow

Every lie I ever told 
Every falls signals 
I intentionally send
Was shown in the mirror
Lies as pure, condour 
like you wanted.

Thus, 
I looked closely, 
After the full-blown
The undivided story
My share of your life
To let this story,
Be my trophy.



for dVerse Poets - Deadman poems in the tradition of Marvin Bell.

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