Arcana Posted July 22, 2011 #1 Share Posted July 22, 2011 The Hall Of Mirrors I'm in a hall of mirrors All I see is endless me Stretching to infinity These endless me's I see Do I see immediate future Or is it the recent past Maybe it's just the present How long do moments last The faces I've seen before But are they really me Or is it just a joke Played by reality I see what they are thinking Or is that only me Their contemplative stares Echo to eternity If I look a little harder Are they really all the same Maybe one is different In their never ending game They follow my every move Like ripples on a lake With split second timing It's hard to spot a fake What is it that I'm seeing Among these clones of me Is it me who's the reflection And it's endless me's they see © Arcana Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Still Waters Posted July 23, 2011 #2 Share Posted July 23, 2011 Another great poem from you Arcana You've got me thinking, do we see ourselves the way others see us? I wonder....who knows Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mistydawn Posted July 24, 2011 #3 Share Posted July 24, 2011 One of my scariest nightmares would be to see dozens of reflections of me!! Ugh. Great thought provoking poem. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Arcana Posted July 25, 2011 Author #4 Share Posted July 25, 2011 Thank you very much for your kind comments & encouragement SW & Misty. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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