The Face In The Mirror

The face in the mirror I have never seen,

Shivers upon my spine as it stared at me.

I could see the pain, the heart ache, the fear,

“Take my hand, please take my hand, come here.”


“No,” I cried, “I can not go through. That’s your world not mine,”

I can not live in a world so strange, so confined.”

A scream held me tight, was horrific at best,

No matter its terror I could not aid in its quest.


Thoughts twisted and twirled, oh what a jumbled confusion,

A rainbow of tears I cried trying to dispel this illusion.

The face could not be real, no, oh no, it must be a dream,

It came through, grabbed me by the throat, and I was unable to scream.



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