The Mirror

 

Mirror mirror on the wall

Who is this that you see?

A man, a lover or a beast?


“That is a question for yourself.

Do you see projections of yourself

from her eyes or yours?” the mirror replied.


“I am blinded”, I said,

by my love for her

and her eyes become mine


I see not a man, nor lover

but a hideous beast

baring its fangs at me


That is me

trapped eternally

in the mirror of solitude

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