Things Poetic

 Mirror Reflection facing me warts and all seeing some more than others knowing its slanted, coloured by life twisted almost the hurt and pain, smothered in time and distance of thought and reason hand waves no response in return smile nothing in reply love desert in return deserted, displaced a stave, misplaced, discordant words unmatched to eyes cold covers warmth  arctic winds whip around pulling at hope casting it to the void

Mirror Is the way I see my face, in the reflection the same as the face other people see mirrored, reflected or changed is the dark I see, the same as what others,  you, see are the faults I know I have, the same or do they see far worse is my souls light actually darker and I just see the negative, looking ok to me, but a vacuum to anyone and everyone else