This in the mirror is mental illness before you, <br />Thoughts bounce off each other, like a chained tether-ball; <br />Coming round once, and you are loathe to recognize- <br />But back again later, the same thoughts have stalled. <br /> <br />Who is to blame for the spiritual vacuum, <br />The thoughts obsessive that refuse to leave; <br />Was a game you played once, when your spirit was restive, <br />Now the hours left over are becoming a sieve. <br /> <br />You are the mirror, shining you back at you; <br />And the blindness was mercy, but the game's now a joke; <br />The lack of real seeing makes everything darkness- <br />And the memories you're wrapped in, have become a vain cloak.<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-mirror-24/
