a conflict of realms threatened to shatter the screen of stealth
etched glass felt compelled to deliver a reflection of inner self

eyes transfixed on a vision of reflective light emissions
emblazened by a trademark of brown retinas fixed in skulls prison
with scalpel precision the eyes stared back creating a hole of souls
reins of control owned by the mirrors ghoulish alter ego grabbed my thraot
struggling on choke my face was grasped and held tightly to the glass
a distant horizon so close mapped out fragmented images as if itself smashed
thoughts elapsed and trapped that youthfull side of me shackling it captive
mispent glory days fractured and retold by a master of reinactment…
peering into past passages of existence regrets ugly head reared itself
a dimension shelved as the mirror painted crystal clarity images of rebels
years unsettled then the contrasting tangent showing a glowing man
I didn't recognise myself at firsthand then I saw kids and wife in happy expanse
She was beautifull I met her in rehab…and the rest was histories secret
I tried to enter mirrors deceit glitch but the fake portal grabbed a shard stabbing deepest
Hearts red weep is for an untouchable land dancing with a passed future
I dedeuced for a moment my haunting past couldn’t be resown with sutures
The duped endures painstaking regrets regress into a state of hallucinations
Id seen my past..patience parted ways as I gasped for the mirrors creations
Despair misplacement …fuck the mirror I cant stand the forbidden fruit
I cocked a fist of fingered groups and shattered the framed dreams of roots
Tears welled in eyes view & sadness cascaded over the breached dam of dark hues
Knuckles of glass….scattered remnants of my dream lay on the floor
7 years bad luck dwarfed my thoughts…Life is empty!!!!!…enraged by remorse
if I cant live my dreams course….it''ll live in me….for ever more
bending down I grabbed a serated glass knife…last look at pieces of past life
and thrust it with a bloody hand into my hearts blind glance
an eternal reflection of every day I'd lived beat for minutes then seconds…an unlived, sleepless dream to be kept always guessing……

and the mirror..resumed its place in the frame with a long piece missing
may the next person see thru vanities curtain of tortured visions