Through The Mirrors Poem by Celeste Whaley

Look at me with eyes so bright i cannot fight you off anymore
Tangled up inside myself with fear of loosing grip on the mere fact of the world
Untouhable, you are to us, in this, the deePest hour of time
The people who live are dead insde with spirits of imaginitive hope
Stare at the confusion through a looking glass, with a chance of a clear message
Soon the end becomes the beginning, through the mirrors of our mind