Poem -

Death walks along sides you

I was walking down the hallway
in my two room one bath room home
and as I was passing the mirror hanging on the wall
I looked at myself and was shocked I noticed I wasn't alone.

I stood there and stared at the reflection 
and the dark lucid figure stood just beside me
but when I turned my head to look
the figure was no where that I could see...

Suddenly a piercing cold and dark chill filled my body 
and a gloomy realization reflection appeared 
it was like a dream of me being in the grave yard
then the shadowy figure behind me disappeared...

Just then the dark figure came back in scene
I couldn't do anything but shake 
It was like a premonition of what my life would soon be
and death was coming for my body to take.

Maybe I was still sleeping I thought
and this was a very vivid dream
that's what I was thinking
and that is how it seemed...

I shook my head and opened my eyes
if I was just still sleeping
maybe my body movements would wake me
and my reflection of just me my mirror would be keeping.

And at first as I glanced back to the mirror
just my own reflection was back
I thought for sure I had to have been dreaming
then a swirling haze returned a mist dressed in black.

It was at that point as I watched
the whole sight of my being
was now imbeded inside the mirror
and only my own empty hallway was now that I was seeing.

by Jackie Cevering

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