…duality in shattered glass

‘Did I dream this? Did I create you
to ease my solitary days?’
your eyes are forever dark
and your face forever shadowed
now I remember the breaking of the mirror
the illusions I created
the harsh dissonance and glittering anomalies
duality in shattered glass
falling into delusion
it is what I run from in the silence
the seemingly unbounded labyrinth
random directions
completely disoriented
climbing endless tiers of spiral stairs
the intricate designs, too entangled
my eyes have been deceived
many fictions seem meaningful
but are just distortions, conflicting my view
a glimpse of reality
makes me take my ashen dreams
my smoky apparitions
and close my eyes against it all
lest they consume me
I see the thin facade
and finally I have an awareness
that washes it all away
© Ann Bagnall