Mirrored Images

I am here looking in,

the mirror reflects my own sin.

Gazing hopelessly ,

from which side of the mirror do you see.

Is it me you crave so intensely.

Lost for words , lost for hope,

the mirrored image allows me to cope.

Wandering , wondering mind ,

from which side of the mirror

will destiny find.

I am here or am i there?

Visions of death or despair.

Starring aimlessly into the reflections

Mind wandering in all directions.

Can you see me clearly,

from the other side of this mirrored misery.

Or do you see me blurry,

lost in the light yet perceived darkly.

Which side of the mirror are you on today?

And from which side will i find our way?

From what side do you see me?

And from what side will my soul finally be set free?

Zayleen pain................ dedicated to my sid from your nancy