Gaze into the mirror

at the face behind the mask

and wonder if it's really you,

or don’t you dare to ask?

Who can know what lies beyond

the mirrors fragile face,

reflections of another life;

another time or place?

Touch the chill upon the glass

and see a tiny ripple,

was it real or in your mind,

did it really feel so supple?

Gaze into empty eyes

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Oh deep, dark depression,

my uninvited guest,

the persistence of oppression

is precluding my life’s zest.

The dark before sunrise

of a dawn that just won't break,

suppressed by a thirst for my soul

that only sorrow can now slake.

The wisps that you are weaving

are clouding my damp eyes,

a cold and cloying shroud

that’s covering all that I desire.

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