The reflection in the Mirror
Shows the true image of evil
It smiles an evil smirk; laughing
At the way I try to solve
The mystery of the glass
The face in there is made of mine
Yet different, distorted;
It may be the face of the devil himself
The eyes show hatred
The nose merely a divider between
Sanity and the hell of a rubber room.
I try to rid myself of the deadly smirk
hurling a bomb at the mirror’s face
makes me feel weak
unable to speak
The glass shatters in millions of pieces
Like the walls of my heart
andmind in shock
paralyzed with fear
now I lay here
In a dark black home
Alive in a shell
Dying alone
like the use of the nose as the dividing line ... all that separates us from the rubber room ... humbling, the nose, ever a reminder.
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on May 3, 2002
The verse is absolutely great. The arrangement of lines needs work. Combine into one verse, and your last verse [as you have it] lengthen the lines. I wouldn't change a word. Very touching piece. ~E
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
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