I look in the mirror.
Its surface is trembling.
I look in the mirror.
My reflection is fading.
Another game of my mind?
Or am I dreaming again?
What can I find
If I don’t run away?
I look in the mirror.
Black fog covers space.
I look in the mirror.
I can’t see my face.
It’s so real and scary.
I can’t make any moves.
All my nightmares are dreary.
I hear scratching on the roof.
I look in the mirror.
I see all my fears.
I look in the mirror.
I keep silence. I freeze.
I am not sleeping.
It’s all in my head.
My voice is weeping.
My arms are red.
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Author:
Li Yanmey (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: March 19th, 2025 09:07
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem was written for challenge 100 days of poems on tumblr.
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 17
Comments1
Sounds like a nightmare but then a metaphor as well. We all have times when our mirrors are fogged or blackened and we do not see ourselves properly. Very nicely done
Thank you!
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