A poetic journey through my mind

Through the Looking Glass…Again.

The mirror me has other eyes,
I meet them, not from vanity,
Dark they are, and umber hued,
The color of insanity.

Pinned like a butterfly I stand,
Meeting that endless gaze,
Till terrified I wrench away,
And dash into the maze.

The path before me twists and turns,
All distance an illusion,
At every bend another choice,
Each step ends in confusion.

The Sound of Madness watches me,
Her mocking gaze surrounds me,
Laughing as I stumble past,
And walls of glass confound me.

5 responses

  1. Wow! That is all I can say. I remember a piece you wrote long ago that blew me away like this one just did. The Sound of Madness… words creating images… and that’s what it’s all about. Well, I guess I said more than Wow!

    June 22, 2016 at 12:30 pm

    • KC

      Thanks Ted! As always, you said just enough. ;P
      I’m glad it resonated with you, and that the imagery of the words made it through. That’s what makes a poem for me, what it has to be…a word picture. 🙂

      June 23, 2016 at 3:58 am

  2. Reblogged this on TedBook's DAILY PICS… and commented:
    In 2013 I reblogged a poem by KC called ALICE. I rarely reblog anything, but now she has written another poem that I love and want to share. Step into the World of Kyotzeta.

    June 22, 2016 at 12:37 pm

    • Hi, KC… this went to my photoblog by mistake. Got to transfer it to my writing blog. Fabulous poem.

      June 22, 2016 at 12:43 pm

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