Inspired by SuiGeneris's Work "The Face"  and the comments thereof...



Mirror, Mirror, If You Please....

So, what exactly does it see? This mirror that stares into ME?

If not the puny reflection of me
(the thing I prune for others to see),
Then perhaps the essence of me
(the thing struggling deep within me).

Surely by now you know me better than me....I invoke thee,

Mirror, mirror, show us what you see,
Mirror, mirror, show us the real me,
Mirror, mirror, show us this I beg thee.

The surface fogs over, and writing slowly appears,
I can just make it out between the smears,

Backward and wrong side out, letter by letter, it's revealed....

"Careful of that for which you wish, I'm the manifester of all your fears,
I'm permitted to grant you this, Sights to haunt the rest of your years!"

I see a flash of Dark, takes the light from my eyes,
The room I'm standing in, is no longer the same size.

Why is it suddenly so cold?
Looking through this window, is like peering through ice.
Why am I suddenly so old?
Life's a piece of cake, why can't I have another slice?

Now as I look at the writing, on the glass,
It appears normal and very neat, first class.

The window I saw, is not a window after all,
My back...goes forward...against the rear wall!

My time in front of the mirror, is now ceased,
I'm trapped inside the mirror, but not deceased.

No longer can I vainly primp for outward perfection,
I've now become a figment of my own reflection!!

To be continued......in the reflection of misdirection...