Known For My Imagination Poem by Daniel Miltz

Thus, as I grew and progressed thru life, fine
Noted for one's narrative, inward, eye of the mind
I am known for my tales, of creative fables
So as a raconteur, I give you an illusion
Of one of my juvenile imaginations...
Nostalgically, back in the 'days of yore'
When I was a kid, I had a small round mirror
Next to my bed, on my boudoir dresser
My mom used to tell me to look into it
Above and beyond, see how handsome I was
She said, if I keep staring, a long bit
My reflection would talk to me, thru the glass
All I had to do was keep looking vacantly
Believe her, 'hmm, the idea fascinated me
So one night, I spent a whole hour aplenty
Just staring in that silly mirror, lonesomely
Specifically, wide-eyed with astonishment
I was flabbergasted, shocked, and spell bent
Believed it to be, staring in amazement
My image talking back to me, unsent
So suddenly, it started me thinking
Instantly, I felt an uncomfortable feeling
I could not shake the sensation rising
I kept believing, there's somebody in there
I'll look in the mirror and see an eyeful stare
View hands, reaching up, from the shiny mirror
Knew in my head, this was for sure, a strange blur
I also felt that this bizarre observance
Make me see, this is questionable nonsense
If I thought about it, equally further
Suddenly, I got scared, as if it were
Happening at that precise moment, for sure
It was an uncanny, sinister, ghostly feeling
So, I threw the mirror away, orbiting
Concentrated on other imaginative thoughts
A while later, cool, calm, collected of sort
I finally realized, what it was all about
An Overactive Imagination Breakout

© daniel miltz