I see someone staring back at me
face weathered by life's tumultuous turns.
Ancient visage of promise devoured,
riven with fissures torn deep with haunted memory.
A mirrored Golem that resembles me
eternally shrouded by the silvered glare.
I find my eyes tethered amidst the maelstroms stare.
As my Basilisk gaze gathers intensity,
held by that unknown grasp.
Contorted blemishes distort the silent image,
creating a morass of swirling Rorschach hieroglyphs.
Pleading eyes devoid of hope return my gaze
past life scoured of emotion
by the wanton carnage
of disparate circumstances subtle corruption.
Gloating at my existence.
Fleeting reflected spectral forms,
scatter across the inverted portal.
Gathering within my reflected sorrow
a choir of sorrow raising song,
dispensing melancholic platitudes.
the mire of my despair
into this world.