Candlewitch
Candlewitch
Feb 25, 2023

Shadow Mirrors (by: eddy styx)

shadow mirrors
in my tortured mind,
reflecting not
what I hope to find

a broken frame of
shattered glass
mysterious picture
from days long passed

photograph faded
on yellowed curling page
a face long lost to time
a face frozen consumed by rage.

All this long time
an eon spent
in shadow mirrors
a soul is bent.

In shadow mirrors
my soul lays rent...

About This Poem

Style/Type: Structured: Western

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About the Author

Region, Country: Northwestern Wisconsin USA, USA

Favorite Poets: Edgar Allan Poe

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Comments

RoseBlack

Well done, Eddy! This gave me chills! I Invision flashbacks from your past ..holding like old photographs. Your soul stays frozen in those snapshots and holds all the anger and pain the memories carry. I love it!

Candlewitch

of all the poets here, i think you are the one who would know of what I speak. thank you. i appreciate you and your knowledge.

*ever, eddy
*hugs, Cat

RoseBlack

Soul is held captive in flashbacks and regrets. There is a light at the end of the tunnel tho.. it is just a marathon getting there.

Geezer

in shadow mirrors! Hi eddy, yeah, the shadowed mirrors hold us and our rage. Old pictures found and gazed upon, don't help
to alleviate the anger, but actually keep it frozen ready for use. Nice job, eddy. ~ Killer.
.

Rosewood Apothecary

This is freaking amazing. Totally refined to perfection. I mean, the thing reads itself really

Tim

C

Looking at the past often brings back pain while at the same time assists us in bringing about change

Seren

Seren

2 years 2 months ago

In the shadow mirrors the past reflects back forever tormenting with visions of long-ago horrors, and the abuse does make us who we become because of it, the anger and hate from it all eats up and turns your contour and focuses it to darkness, the road to a reflection free of those ghosts is a million miles long taking one step, to only to be driven back ten by remembrance.

I see a soul at the end rent in two one a blazing burning white the other a darker shade of black. that's what I got from your poem.

I had to walk away for a few minutes after I read this, I felt two very different things and I am sure you know what those two things were.

This is an outstanding piece of poetry, writing out of the pain does not lessen you but it in fact strengthens you. Imo.

love always Lilbit xxx

Candlewitch

I had hoped you would not understand so deeply. for I wish you a charmed life... I tend to forget your past pains, they have earned my rage and I want to eradicate those who have caused you this agony!

*eddy styx

*hugs, Siscat

Seren

I could see it it was so vivid. But that's also on account on the brilliance of the poem. I am a survivor. I will always be here though as witness.

Fear not one day I'm going to let loose. When I do the fallout will be epic. It's been bottling up.

Love you always Lilbit.