mirror metaphor

I read a poem many years ago about a man who stood before another man vaguely pleading for the other man held a knife and appeared willing to carry out this treacherous act there was little fight left in him even before this stranger arrived for his life had become a succession of empty days he had become a victim of his own bitterness a sad, depleted soul and he almost welcomed an end 'the blood of fleeing life and the tears of anguish fell in drops to the time-worn floor of the dismal room' such a pitiful fate yet even more pitiful is the fact that there was no stranger 'a blinking hotel sign revealed a dead man lying beneath a mirror smeared with blood and dried to the image of a stretched palm many hours later' some 35 years ago I read that piece I read that piece after I wrote it for it was to be my epitaph and it was very nearly fulfilled

Deckard

I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...

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