POETRY by SUPPORTER MARCUS DAVID HARMON

Hating the Mirror
by Marcus David Harmon

How I hate coming to this same place,

where I am forced to see that person on the other side
Don't look at me I can't stand the way you look, smiling when I want to cry
Don't you see you're disgusting? So incompetent I have to change you
A freckle right there, a bump over there, you don't deserve public viewing
I am depressed because you, you have caused me so much pain inside
A vessel that should bring comfort and safe haven
You have brought noting but agony, torture, and resentment
Why did that creator choose to cover me with such distraction?
Who cares to see the glory of my mind when its partner is the mud in the stream?
I will break this glass that mocks me day and night
Those foolish souls who lurk over their beauty the desires of all selfishness
I lurk only at the beauty of them and the reason for my natural torture

I wake up to look at the mirror and glass shatters

but looking at the wall brings the glory that I deserve
A mind as substantial as mine should not be blocked by the view from a mirror
So now I find that it starts with the wall, seeing who I am

and not the fantasy the world has created
I look in the mirror and the pain remains

but I begin to see past it into the realm of truth
I see the dreams and desire the passions and stories that shape my world
I come to the mirror to see a face of glory its cries have become laughter
The freckle has created my identity and the bump elevates my uniqueness
The person within the mirror is a pillar of beauty and why?

For I have simply declared it so!
 

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Depressed!
by Marcus David Harmon

I constantly wake up to this dimension of confusion
You see I don't why but I hear that voice
That same voice which tells me life is empty, it confirms what I feel
I have wasted my existence, becoming a pillar for space
The sweat that hangs from flesh, only reminds me of the tears I have gain
Blessed perdition why have you chosen someone like me to capture?
Has my anguish been a joke within your eyes?
My distress has been ignored by your obscurity
I lay in my imperfections as the fire of the candles mock me
With each flitter of the flame it rejoices at my withering away
I stand up reaching for the door but that door has been concealed
For there is no voice, no person, no spirit to take part in my rescue
All have joined for my demise and for what?
Why? Why do I pledge myself for doom?
My confused mind is all that I have left.
Oh where are those Gods spoken about?
Creators of this soul where are you to calm this diluted sea.
What am I longing for what am I craving for?
What shall destroy this pathway unto the abyss?
The sweat dries away, the candles quiet down
Falling on the ground I struggle with my mind
I have lost to destiny but my mind shall surrender to me
Turn away and think! Remove that state of emptiness and shout out!
Destroy this perdition, destroy it now, "With what?" I shout
It here it's here now destroy it, "With what?"

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