Unasked Reality

Get closer...more...closer,

Enter the trap...the path clear.

I'll hold you close my dear,

My love is nothing to fear.

I'm damned in this feeling,

Time; the process of healing.

Patience; the continuous dealing,

My soul reaches the ceiling.

Bang...shot...down and out,

What's true love all about?

Love is a giant roundabout,

No love...my soul's drought.

I am the lost opportunity,

I am the non-acted destiny.

I am the unasked reality,

I am the empty totality.

My honesty has confided,

Our hearts are divided.

My soul is offended,

The feelings one-sided.

Reflections

What is it that I see in front of me?

My reflection – one that is peaceful.

Another reflection shows disturbance;

People wear different masks, why can't I?

At one time, they are my precious friends;

The next they've become my hideous enemies.

Yet they tell me I am a complete 'two-face';

Hissing their slithering words biting my heart.

In these stages of intelligent and subtle drama;

Seducing others with your multifaceted charade.

You may try to split my persona in two halves;

Poisoning their minds with your enticing insanity.

Suddenly four-mirrored walls surround me and you;

You confidently smile at your numerous reflections.

You study each and every mirror with shock and fear;

You touch me wondering where are my reflections?