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Image credits: Mon artifice@DeviantArt

I stood there
Screaming
Dreaming
Trapped in my own reflection
Or was I the mirror instead?
Was I to get some response?
Or was this just a sconce?

I felt surrounded
Alone
Forlorn
Waiting for a reaction
From any “one” distorted figure
But all they did was stare
Their all-mercurial glare

I punched hard
Wildly
Blindly
So hard, my shadowed arm hurt
But the glass didn’t shatter
Nor could I step over my bound
Or beyond…

I am still gazing
Wide-eyed
Mystified
At the form that made me
But all I see is a void
A void that hears nothing
Feels nothing…Is nothing…

A void
To avoid…


**Posted for One Shot Wednesday (week 36) – THE place for poetry! Check it out, and indulge in the sublime bliss… **

PS: I have no idea why my fictional pieces are turning out so dark these days (maybe it’s due to excess watching of Criminal Minds – the TV series :))… I hope my writingย lightens up… soon! ๐Ÿ™‚

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