Arcana 999 #1 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 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Still Waters 52,632 #2 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 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Mistydawn 617 #3 Posted July 24, 2011 One of my scariest nightmares would be to see dozens of reflections of me!! Ugh. Great thought provoking poem. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Arcana 999 #4 Posted July 25, 2011 Thank you very much for your kind comments & encouragement SW & Misty. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
