If I look in the mirror
And myself I do not see
Does it mean that I'm not really here,
That I have ceased to be?
Or am I just a spirit
That eyes cannot perceive?
If I but try, can I be seen?
Need I only believe?
Have I become a vampire?
How does that legend go?
I see myself and then I die?
No, that just can't be so!
It feels like I am in a dream;
I surely must exist,
Else I could not have thoughts like these;
I really must persist.
Oh, one day soon I'll 'find myself'
As that old saying goes.
Ah, here at last there is a start:
Now I can see my toes.
Love this poem, very enlightening, soul searching at it's best! Enjoyed your incessant curiosity very much when looking for answers of being. Thank you, RoseAnn
A unique reading experience I have had here. The image added if funny and delightful.
You can think.... So you are! Your magic mirror hides your image! That doesn't mean you don't exist! Interesting write!
Beautiful imagination with spiritual imagery. Existence is a mystery. Excellent
i COMMENTED A YEAR (nearly) AGO. Have you perceived your yet? bri : )
intriguing, fine rhymes, and amusing. I vote for you being a VAMPIRE. ;)))))))
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful profound poem with a marvelous image. Loved it. Voting a 10. BTW, 'that I exist is the only truth there because one's existence doesn't need any means (e.g. sense organs etc.) to validate it. It is a self-evident fact because even in the question Do I exist? there is a self-evident asker hidden.