A LOOK AT MYSELF

Down the hall and to the left.

I extended my arm towards the door.

i could feel my fingers 

Wrapping around the handle.

The unveiling of the bathroom floor

came into placid ceramic view.

Inside this solemn comfort

of what there is to know

of reality and her children,

my eyes caught with the gaze

of their own reflection.

The mirror could only speak 

of what it held in its eyes

shaking on the edge of its own being.

So I peered ever so deeply

far into these black pits

as if to get a quiet view

into my own bleeding heart.

Yet there was no coaxing 

any separated exotic truth

out from behind this mask

that had become my costume

for two strange decades

and what lies hidden

within the dark preludes 

of these shattered thoughts.

Poisoned by dreamy nightmares

from beyond any we could fancy.

Only to wake in the afternoon

with an odd sense of being lost

Waiting while these crazy thoughts

Continue to dance through the room. 

Reviews

[kyam]

Very intriguing! Bravo! You are an killer artist for sure. I hope you continue and do something with your talents. I mean like WOWZA! Beautifully written, couldn't stop reading it......more, more, more please. Kyam

[Divya]

Quite different often we think about ourselves

[Debra White]

Hi Brian,
Sometimes what we think we know to be our firm and solid reality goes out of focus and we begin to question what is real and what things actually mean and also what is the actual point of everything. It's almost like having a moment of reverse clarity! Thankfully these moments, at least for me, are rare and fleeting.
Your poem is really well written, descriptive, great imagery and I enjoyed it.
I look forward to reading more from you.
Kindest regards, Debra

[Adam Light]

Isn't it spectacular? These kind of experiences are strictly human. And in 5 or 10 ten years, what will you see when you look in the mirror?