Reflections
3
Mirror, mirror
on the wall
Why is it
you don't reflect at all?
You know
I'm here and yet your silver
ignores
me, does not deliver.
I see you
there, you know I'm here
and yet
no image reflects my fear.
For what
you see, you refuse to show
and what
I am, you just don't know.
I think I
should reflect on thee,
For what
you are I do not see,
A piece
of glass with silver back
a wooden
frame now somewhat black.
I put you
where you are today,
were not
for me you'd have no say
in my life
and home at all
and you
just hang there on the wall
Your edge,
it seems to me is grim,
I look at
it, and gosh! you're thin
and yet
because you are bevelled
you seem
to see me as my devil.
I don't know
what to believe
why should
you reflect on me
for what
I am and what you see
are not
the same as the real me.
Perhaps I
should break your glass
then my
reflection would pass
and the
pieces you could no longer build
to make
me what you think you hold.
I reject
your image, it's not mine
As I see
you and reflect on thine
you are
but a shadow of my reality
which is
an image of reverse duality.
(C) Copyright 1999
BOB KING
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