Mirror in The Attic
written by: the hairy bum welder
In this ghostly
attic
My reflection looks back
Blinks
My eyes wide open
As peer beyond
My own
reflection
in this ancient mirror
Do I see the souls
Of long dead
Reflections
Within the mirror
Or do they stand
With me
Around me
Buried behind bricks
Entrapped within
These walls
Reflection of me
In the window
To their tomb
My reflection
Blinks
Am I trapped
There too
imprisoned in the
cracks
Am I within these
Walls
Is this attic
My tomb
Does this mirror
Bind me
Too
I'm a 53-year-old welder/fabricator with a passion for poetry. I live near Cambridge, in the UK. I've suffered from anxiety for years, poetry helps. Sometimes I can't even remember writing when the anxiety is that bad. I think did I really write that?? A lot of my poetry I don't name, I hope it relates to people and their personal thoughts as it does mine, so they can choose to name it personal to them. I also have a page on Facebook, 'Poetry by the hairy bum welder.'
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