state of confusion
Looking glass, closeted and cloaked,
An oval form framed in black oak,
semi-ignored for counted years,
sum adding up to all my fears.
A window to string dimensions,
created to disband conventions,
shakes dark images to my core,
leaves me pleading for no more.
All phobias we learned as kids,
reflected in uneven grids,
fun house mirror on the wall,
what frightens us most of all?
First appeared in my pink room,
from a tag sale, it was exhumed,
just a girl on the brink of eleven,
Catholic notions of hell and heaven.
One night a storm raged outside,
reflection sparked from inside,
whispers of many voices beckoned,
faces hovered for split seconds.
Silver tears bled stained streaks,
raining from a strangerís cheeks,
felt them watching from in there,
now hidden up the attic stairs.
A pane into pain, of an ugly past,
caught between layers glassed,
irrationally, Iíve kept this thing,
what curse would eluding it bring?
Distorted images of deception,
of extrasensory perception.
scenes of old abandonment play,
future is past and present at bay.
In looking back, prophetic mirror,
obscured choices made even clearer.
Why canít I simply toss it out?
Fear, this is my shadow of doubt.
Outer Limits meets Alice in Wonderland,
It isnít expected that you understand.
© 2000 CM Bailey
[This message has been edited by Corinne (edited 05-03-2000).]