So Many Mirrors

Mirrors go on and on.
Alternate realities
lay just out of reach.

People pretend
to be other versions
of themselves.

I stare at the hundreds
of possibilities
I can envision.
Intangible.

No one sees what I see.

Made Up Dolls

Pin up girls
dance in my head
taunting me.

Curves sway
and they wink
teasingly.

But beauty fades.
The power
only lasts so long.

Death On The Tip Of My Tongue

I feel it as a twinge.
The painful reminder
in the back of my mind
that time runs out,
my loved ones will die,
I will die.

I will die.

I will die.