Patti Masterman


In The Mirror - Poem by Patti Masterman

This in the mirror is mental illness before you,
Thoughts bounce off each other, like a chained tether-ball;
Coming round once, and you are loathe to recognize-
But back again later, the same thoughts have stalled.

Who is to blame for the spiritual vacuum,
The thoughts obsessive that refuse to leave;
Was a game you played once, when your spirit was restive,
Now the hours left over are becoming a sieve.

You are the mirror, shining you back at you;
And the blindness was mercy, but the game's now a joke;
The lack of real seeing makes everything darkness-
And the memories you're wrapped in, have become a vain cloak.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 6, 2011

Poem Edited: Thursday, July 7, 2011


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