In a mirror dimly, <br />The image thou wilt see, <br />Is a trick of the eye, <br />To cloud reality. <br /> <br />Thy soul is lost inside <br />This specious looking glass. <br />Such misplaced vanity, <br />With time, will surely pass. <br /> <br />For time will have its day, <br />And all shall feel it stir. <br />An affliction bereft <br />Of remedy or cure. <br /> <br />If soul lies not within <br />Thy woeful withered husk, <br />What shall remain of thee <br />When daylight turns to dusk? <br /> <br />The last sight thou wilt see, <br />As thine eyes meet grimly, <br />Is thy true reflection, <br />In a mirror dimly. <br /> <br />© S.E.S<br /><br />Sara Stowell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-image-thou-wilt-see/
