Mirroring Poem by C.F Francis

I looked through the mirrors

And saw my reflection

What I saw was darkness and suffering

It could chase any bright life away.

I looked through the mirror of death

And saw myself burning in hell

Screaming out in sweet torment

Enjoying this immortal condemn.

I looked through the mirror of hate

And saw myself taunting my enemies

I enjoyed my foes pain and smile in shame.

I looked through the mirror of happiness

And saw myself in love; Laughter filled my face with these

With these wrongful feelings.

I looked through the mirror of envy

And saw myself resentencing my friends

Cracking their hearts open with my words.

I looked through the mirror of fears

And saw myself hiding under a hollow tree,

Not even He could shelter me.

I looked through mirror of sorrow

And saw myself buried in pain,

Having a knife at my wrist,

Ready to end this game