Reflection In The Mirror

I wrote this poem a long time ago to paint a vivid portrait of what I see every time I take a look at myself in a mirror.

The mirror casts an eerie reflection upon

my troubled brow, an ominous shadow as

I cross it's path, beckoning me, halt,

behold the Demon of your torment, raise

thine eyes unto it's own, that it may bleed

thy life away further still, feasting upon the

innermost recesses of your heart and soul.

Body trembling, my eyes slowly ascend, fixating

themselves upon the ghastly reflection that

follows me to and fro, relentless in pursuit,

It's bone ridden, clawed hands, feverishly

grasping yet another dagar, awaiting a brief

moment of inattention, that it may once again

lunge forward and carve yet another piece from

my heart, my soul, and devour it before my very eyes.

Those eyes, those cold, inhuman, heartless eyes;

so dark, empty of feeling, totally void of emotion,

glaring at me while that hideous, evil, gargled

laugh mocks me to no end, filling my soul with

an ominous feeling of dread and doom.

Why won't you leave me alone?

Why must you always fade away, teasing me with a

few brief moments of peace, while you lurk in the

darkness of the shadows, only to pounce on me once

again?

Tears, oh, the tears rake over my cheeks, a

torrential flood of emotion I'm helpless to

detain any longer.

For the pain, the excruciating, unbearable pain

is once again inflicted upon me, sheer terror

as I clutch my chest just as the dagar is

extracted with yet another piece of my heart.

And as my head slowly raises, I gasp one final

cry, for my nemesis has struck once more, from

a reflection in the mirror.........

© Nichole Letitia Byrom

September 23, 1997

Reviews

[Enchanted-Raven]

One can only imagine the torment, powerful piece dear :) x

[Shannon]

You've captured this and presented the conflict well. I enjoy when a piece can be both personal and yet relate to people in a variety of circumstances.

Heart breaking.