Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Mirror

Parallel universe,
Staring into my eyes.
Deep dark secrets
They all wish to hide.
Broken as a mirror,
I see what she is
Beckoning to a terror---
Dream or a nightmare?

Pitter patter of the rain as a
Nightmare breaks.
Silent as a snake
But terrified more than anything,
I awake.
I make myself clear,
Changeable as day.
Though I am not a seer,
I see what lies as my fate.

I may not know who or what
I am,
But I am different
And so I am alone.
Wrong may be my last,
Though I am not sure.
Lost silence may be gone,
but at least it used to be pure.
Glasses thus breakable,
though as long lasting as memories
as they fade into a pass by of life...
They disappear

2 comments:

Basanta said...

Beautiful words! Liked it.

Anonymous said...

good job!! you made some use of spring break !!