I am a Mirror I am a mirror relections of this world, reflections of the people around me, a reflection of the times spiraling out of control and piecing itself back together all at once. I can see myself clearly. The failures of a weak man and the strength of a man in the grips of insanity. I reflect the thorns, I reflect the swords the laughter and the smiles the grimaces and the dirt. Earth. Can you see it too? Can you see the lost love and the newfound joy? Can you see the shadows, and the smiling child I once was? The past, long dead before the reflection graced this part of the mirror. But that isn't all I see. I see the end of the reflection. I see the fist fly into me and shatter me into a millions pieces on the floor. And the blood of the fist leaving a red tint on the reflection. Awake Been awake for too long can't sleep can't dream the voices never stop. The sound of my heartbeat driving me insane. It's quiet now, maybe I'm dead. And there it goes again. The quiet stillness of the night as a backdrop to my insomnia. shhhh, I hear something. It's just another pointless sound, the sound of my mind, racing and repeating a few decades of good and bad, telling me what I should have said long ago when it meant something. I go over to my stereo and put on some music. Maybe that will help me sleep. Wrong. It only replaces the quiet and nothing else. Maybe a beer will calm me down. I open a warm Schlitz I have on the nightstand. I drink it in a few seconds, and lie on my back, quietly collecting my thoughts about pointless things. I was wrong again. No sleep. But now it is morning, and I have to get up and do something. Maybe tomorrow.
