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Stare at me with that blank face.
The same one seen most every place.
Every day I look to you for change.
Is that really something so strange?

It's so easy behind your glass pane.
No one thinks you're the one insane.
But is that why you are so cold?
There are things you  you should be told.
 

Why not give an answer today?
To you I have nothing left I can say.
Talk or shout in a loud voice,
Before it's too late, leaving no choice.
 

I know I am only talking to me,
Because you are the reflection I see.
I tell you know to get up and speak,
Don't be so defenseless, spineless and weak.
 

Come out now or I'll break your glass.
Give some backbone show me some class.
Don't leave me here alone and afraid,
To do what is right in the decision I've made.
 

Everyone has an answer for me.
But they don't really actually see.
What's okay for them I may not like too.
So there's only one thing I can do.
 

Forget the others and  what they say.
Try to change my reflection today.
It's so hard to do the right thing,
Even knowing the good it could bring.
 

Give me the strength to shatter this big chain.
It holds me back from all I could gain.
I've been looking in all the wrong places,
Denying myself a chance at Your good graces.
 

Forgive me for my flesh is too weak,
And I forget it's You I should seek.
My ideas usually give me no peace,
Just keeps me doing me things I should cease.
 

I asked and begged You so very hard,
For a new deal, just the right card.
Not a real gamble, but deal one last hand.
Give me the knowledge I need to understand.
 

If I am helped why can't I see?
I'm not looking for riches for me.
I hope others will learn from this verse
I beg to You please, just lift this curse.
 

I have lived tormented for years.
All stay away,no one comes near.
I'm not perfect life's what I need.
Please heal my heart too much does it bleed.

 

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