mirror

What the hell are these?

God, am I locked in a room full of mirrors?
He is back again to kill all my muse
How can I have all my words bound with this man in the reflection?
How does he know what I am going to use
And keeps stealing
My every word
My every step

Does he know that I am afraid
Of the streets he mentioned
Of unknown every person
A mirror without face
Most classic name
An avatar with full of fraud
Does he know that I am still waking up screaming from my dreams without breath
If I ever hear his blurry name as a whisper
Shouting out to secret camera in this room
If you won’t cover me with double blankets
Don’t undress me

Reviews

[Zoa]

Everytime I read your writings, I am awestruck. I could feel myself being in that situation and guess what, this is what every writer wants. To make the reader feel it, like it's happening to them and you were successful in that.✨️

[redd Brick Keshner]

So much compressed here. Most thoroughly enjoyed, Beren!🕊️🙏

[redzone]

Hi Beren! As I read your words, I felt like I was standing in the middle of a nightmare, looking at my reflection in a mirror. Besides this, I felt a loneliness, a fear even of facing this image (faceless) by yourself. But there was also anger and defiance, "If you won’t cover me with double blankets
Don’t undress me". I don't know Beren, but I think you should take back all your words, he has no rights and often a bully will run when stepped to with honesty and bravery.

I like reading your poetry, Beren, I never know where I will find myself. It's always an adventure!!
-Curt