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[aid] => mick
[title] => House of Mirrors
[time] => 2009-09-07 07:22:55
[hometext] => This isn't a true story... at least not for me but you might be able to relate. Let me know what you think!
[bodytext] => Reflections in the mirror create many eyes Like im under surveillance from giant flies I run to my left and then to my right Only to be confronted by myself in sight I swear there was a door just around this bend But the passage only lures me into a dead end I think if I slow down my climbing heart rate I’ll be able to return back to the ticketing gate But my eyes are circling, confusing, chasing me in Deeper into the maze stalking my identical twin What was that sound, quiet, there it goes once more Children’s chuckles echoing, creeping along the floor I run, leaving palm prints on every wall I pass Dead ends and wrong turns in this labyrinth of glass I wish I had breadcrumbs or a giant ball of wool I could drop from my pocket or unravel from a spool That way I could find my way out by following the trail But I’m left alone with my reflections chasing my tail I wish to stop and be free from this diamonds run The sign lied to me it said “Mirrored house of fun” I breathe heavy, sweating and feeling so worn Sudden I get a burst of life by the smell of popcorn I dash this way and that with my nose leading the way My reflection can’t keep up as I see the light of day Im free, Im alive, I can see my anxious mother “Mum I made it” “But where’s your little brother!?” [comments] => 1 [counter] => 194 [topic] => 5 [informant] => Capian [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ChildrensPoetry )
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