Your Poetry Dot Com - The Replicant in the Mirror

I stepped out of me, and jumped down from the shelf;
dusted me off, and looked at myself.
I stood right here, and I stood right there!
So this is the way to the world I appear!

I watched myself work, and shower, and sleep;
Eavesdropping on me to my disbelief!
My smorgasbord life, dizzy as wine;
Rushing and sampling with no time to dine!

Can do, and will-do, and just to make sure;
Practice my speech in the mirror once more!
Passing up friendship and lovers in haste;
Fearful of stopping for missing a taste!

Avoiding the emptiness of coming home;
Hating the sound of being alone.
No one to talk to except my reflection;
Spending my evenings rehearsing perfection!

If I could just find a way back in my skin;
I vowed that I’d change what drives me within!

God bring the morrow! let me awaken;
Inside my body, my selfhood retaken;
Let me remember the things I have seen!
Help me to change the fool I have been!

I’ll be a friend instead of a star;
I’ll listen and care for menkind as they are!
What is the purpose of letting me out?
“Let me back in!” I hear myself shout.

I’m looking at me through the eyes in my head;
Laughing with joy that I fell out of bed!
A look in the mirror confirms my relief!
Gone is the nightmare that came in my sleep!

I wag my finger, my image wags back!
Ah, but this morning I know what I lack!
You will be changed, and you will do;
Just what I tell you; and we will be new!

I’ll clean out my closets; I’ll learn how to cook!
I’ll come home at night and read a good book.
Abandon rehearsals and take me a walk!
Take less and leave more and meet friends to talk!

As I turned from the mirror so glad to be free;
A pillow came flying from nowhere at me!
I froze in my steps, afraid to turn round.
I heard my self laughing, but I’d made no sound!

When I looked back my bedroom was framed;
In the shape of the mirror from which my voice came!
He stood in my room, I stood behind glass!
I WAS the reflection my mirror held fast!

Seduced by my imagery I had returned;
To look in the mirror so often, it learned;
to copy my ways, and disect the mystique,
of each tiny nuance that made me unique.

To all who have mirrors, hear and beware!
Walk by it daily; to make sure you’re there!
If the mirror is empty; you’ve been replaced;
and the warning herein has come far too late.

Blame not the mirror, t’was vanity felled you!
Ego and pride to the mirror compelled you!
You stepped through the glass as mad as a hatter;
And there shall you dwell til the mirror is shattered.

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