Self-Reflection
by Desmond Kamas
The other day I walked into a mirror
and found that everything which I could see
was just the same. And so, I dropped my fear
in favor of my curiosity.
The people that I met were nothing more
than images projected on a screen.
They moved their mouths and though I listened for
their words, this world was only to be seen
Yet when I finally came upon you,
I’d hoped that you’d alleviate my pain,
but you stared blankly, and my arms fell through
your two-dimensional and soundless frame.
I ran back to the mirror, that awful shape,
only to find you never can escape.
by Desmond Kamas
The other day I walked into a mirror
and found that everything which I could see
was just the same. And so, I dropped my fear
in favor of my curiosity.
The people that I met were nothing more
than images projected on a screen.
They moved their mouths and though I listened for
their words, this world was only to be seen
Yet when I finally came upon you,
I’d hoped that you’d alleviate my pain,
but you stared blankly, and my arms fell through
your two-dimensional and soundless frame.
I ran back to the mirror, that awful shape,
only to find you never can escape.