Life in Poetry...

Inside the cracks in the mirror

Sometimes

As sit alone at night 

I tip toe down the hall

All the way to the bathroom

I open the door and turn on the light

The mirror is cracked

this I know

but if i look inside the cracks

I can see demons

the glare and laugh

giggle and grin

only then can i see whats within

they show me things

things you couldn't dream of in your darkest nightmares

there is my reality 

there is my shadow

my nearest dearest friend

we laugh and play

its not till sun rays break the horizon that i look away

its then that i slick off back to bed

off to start a new day