My Double

Awoken from sleep to a series of chatter,

sweating and shaking;

mind breaking;

loose bladder.

Summons'd from sleep to seek the latrine;

in that mirror of fears my double I seen.

This double of me looked just like a clone,

an expressionless face;

he was me to the bone.

This double reflection in my mirror I seen??

I splashed my face to awake from this dream;

I looked back up at the mirror??

my double still there!!.

To see one's own double is a message from death,

To let us know our soul will soon rest.

Doubles are trouble they bring nothing to say,

they observe,

they estimate,

then go on there way.

Know; if you see your double;

or catch a glimpse of a friends,

Deaths around the corner;

prepare for the end.

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Mhatter99 4 years ago from San Francisco

Great poem. Thank you for sharing. I had a real doppelganger. I ran into him in the 8th grade. People could tell us apart only by our fashion, so if we wanted to confuse we wore each other's clothes.

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shiningirisheyes 4 years ago from Upstate, New York

You are a stellar poet. This is a deep and spine tingling read. Thank you for sharing it.

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