Reflection Within The Mirror
I press my palm to the cold glass, waiting...searching.
Do our fingertips meet?
Where are you?
I am here.
Do you mock me now?
No.
And yet, that is what I hear.
Not so.
There is nothing.
Silence.
The barrier has been put in place once more.
Why can't you hear me?
Where have you gone?
The emptiness returns.
Promises...turned into lies by my own hand.
Shall I sever it?
Will that destroy the doubt?
Or shall I now thrust it through the glass and let the shards
bear the weight of truth as they embed
themselves into the flesh?
Pain.
It comes in so many forms...but the source is always the same.
Created by the one who fails to see.
That is me.
Still I reach for you.
I call out your name.
I hear its echo.
Please listen.
But there is no answer.
I surrender now.
There is nothing left.
The illusion splinters...reality faced.
Crashing through, the mirror shatters.
I am no more.
-Louis de Pointe du Lac
10th August, 2000
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