Crooked Inside

Letters seem straight
Out of the mirror
But crooked inside
Making delusion
With their stage-show
Catching the innocent mind.

Water looks pure in image
In taste saline
For destroying life
Comes mercury up in the well
Place to place sits a crazy monkey
Holding a razor in his hand.

In a crematorium one can see
Rotting flesh and blood
How long could one breathe
So much one has to think
How many houses erupted
The roaring-cruel sea!

Swans get down their Rosary
Now worn by crows
From The Caretaker of the garden
So scared is the branch!
Visible red like blood
Shredded beet into pieces.

C. P. Sharma
You have your way and images to make your point. Your novelty impressed me.

Ken e Hall
crooked inside makes sense with life not like the label and your original poem shouts its stanza's...regards

Prashant Shaurya
absolutely brilliant poem.. really well penned.. i just more loved the last stanza.. regads prashant

Alison Cassidy
A cynical, yet insightful look at life and its distortions of mind. Your poem is succinct and sharply drawn with some fascinating images that ignite the imagination of the reader. I like your water, pure in image but 'in taste saline' and '...crazy monkey holding a razor in his hand.' Strong poem indeed. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Michael J. Gale
There seems to be quite an imagination of imagery over gushing out of the geyser of the imag-i-nation,here. Very original,for sure! Great poem here-Abnish.