What is this hellish version of existance I see?
Have I stepped through the mirror cracks?
Into a warped version of reality beyond dreams.
have I become the mirror reflecting this nightmare?
Perhaps I am sane and reality is the splintered dream.
But if reality is merely a darkened dream.
How shall I ever awaken from this eternal sleep?
When only true love's kiss can stir my soul...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
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Such thoughts in this poem - leaves my mind wandering - 'have I become the mirror reflecting this nightmare? - -Amazing!