Staring Back At Me Poem by Alexander De Meo

Sitting alone in the darkness of my room,
trying to think what to write,
I took a look around my room,
and saw something staring back at me.
I startled as I saw the shadow,
sitting, watching, luking there.
It stared at me with eyes of evil,
smiling at me with deception.
It seamed as though it were a demon,
much to evil to be of this world.
It seamed so cold, hostile, angry,
it seamed as if it had no soul.
It looked as if it's eyes had sunken,
as if it hadn't slept in days.
It seamed to be so unfamiliar,
but seamed to be in my memories.
I took a closer look at the monster,
I looked it dead in the eyes.
I couldn't look so I turned my gaze,
I saw something beside it there.
I saw the same table that was next to me,
I thought to myself, 'How could this be? '
I stood up looked straight ahead,
I started to walk right towards the beast.
I put my hand out to touch it,
but I could not.
My hand met its on my mirror,
and realized it was only me.