My Mirror Poem by Isaac Yaw Osei

We look and see ourselves.
You and I but not I, myself nor you, yourself.
You and I, one sees that and the other, this.
We walk in the light and lose sight of the night
Love is blind this way! So whose path is real?
If you sing your song, you may be surrounded by
People who demand so little of you. If I look for
Harmony, I may be blind or confused like a rhyme
With no meaning in an unfinished song but if
I am the vessel, empty and useless, won't you
Show me the way?
We speak and hear ourselves.
You and I but I, myself and you, yourself.
You and I, one hears this and the other, that.
We laugh and talk with my mirrored self unfold.
Life is lived this way! My mirror, you that I keep
Using you and slowly losing you. You become
Opaque in all my sunshine days but your reflection
Is my countenance in all my blue moon days.
The pages are many of times spent with you.
If we hold on, we keep holding on to nothing.
Only tears to show for all the years like the
Rich folks living in the poor folks' town.
Who must bridge this gap between us?
If you could see me now, if you could hear me
Now, I've been too long in the rain, too long in
The wind, looking for, longing for the freedom
Of my chain and a weather with you, ‘cos I,
I'm afraid of the dark. So sad, so cruel and true!