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Aftermath (Part 2): The Image in The Mirror is Not Me.


This morning I woke up and looked in the mirror to see an image that was not me,
There is nothing I recognise of my life, no familiarity.

Objects have no meaning,
My breath seems still,
The tick of the clock is motionless.

Its like the world has been put on mute,
Everything in it is paused,
Its just me that's moving in this silent world of no emotion, where you cant be heard.

I look through glass eyes, my body feels stiff,
My heart is beating, a dull pounding sound,
Disconnected from reality.
I look in the mirror but the image staring back is not me.

Trapped between realities, a dimensional twist,
My breathing stops,
My glass eyes break, then back into reality again I wake.

Tormented, this struggle is a tug of war,
Help me I'm drowning, I cant take any more.

This morning I woke up and looked in the mirror to see an image that was not me,
There is nothing I recognise of my life, no familiarity.


Written by Wendy Roberts 23-9-09

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