Missionary Date: Wednesday, 7th January 2015 @ 03:34:16 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: Jyssvw22 An honest man Speaks from the mirror His reflections Illusions of horror Interpreted Fragile tones Flow outwardly Accepted Unintentionally Rejected Cemented, into Concrete terms Here it is Watch it burn Burned Feeble mindedness A nibble of frost No hope is lost When faith is tossed Towards a heavily ghost I see stars Prayers reach Far from speech Humans keep Colors deep Inside the mist Intimate dreams A fantasy Come true Here I am On Top Of You --- - This poem is Copyright © Jyssvw22 Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=180234