I'm alone as it's advised
to heal the world...to make it right.
I've cleaned my home a thousand times,
my books and movies reorganized.
The end of times feels nearer.
I can't stand being alone.
I spend my days facing the mirror...
waiting for a ring from the phone.
But, there's another in the mirror
who looks the same as I.
No remorse in his demeanor
and there's darkness in his eyes.
In my world outside the mirror
love and smiles are my affairs,
but behind the clear glass prison
only lions and tigers and bears.
As a child I studied hard
in my room by candlelight.
Many shadows walls would guard
and some even waved 'good-bye'.
Things indeed go 'BUMP' at night;
"Come and play," they often say.
And when mommy walked inside
they would hide under my bed.
I hear tapping from the tree branch.
It is right outside my window.
Or are those clammy- cold dead hands
that move beneath the moon's glow?
The night brings us many things.
Thunder comes with every storm.
With the storm a knock, knock, knock
from a stranger at my door.
The lights go out. I'll need a candle
before seeing who comes for me.
Is it a friend, a foe, or vandal?
No... just Death with God's decree.
There's another in the mirror
who once before was safe.
In his life once filled with vigor
Only lions and tigers and bears.