Dark Half
Mirror, mirror, hanging on the wall, I stare looking back inward but I don't see me at all, Instead a shape with a blank point of view, Something I fear the most has come true, A ghost or else a hoax with a deception from my point of view, Perhaps a bad dream screaming back at me says the voice in my head, I start to wonder am I already dead, Or have I been doomed for my future has yet to bloom, And as I awake, My eyes focus and I see an image of myself drowning in a lake, Things get screwy and I wake up dreaming what i'm not and how I appear, But to the rest of the world i'm just that other guy, And for a split second or two, My mind fades, my heart explodes, And I die with so many things I forgot to say1999, this poem was written on a suicidal thought that I was hanging on....had nothing better at the time. Written August 28th, 2001 © on Aug 28 2001 04:54 AM PST, Kade M 0 • 13
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"Mirror, mirror, hanging on the wall,..."