I sat in dream one afternoon,
 reality in doubt
With eyes closed tight and nodded head,
 images about.
I saw a golden mirror
 on a wall of deepest black
And as I gazed upon it,
 no images came back.
But when I turned to walk away,
 it shimmered in its splendor
And revealed itself to be
 my lifetime's secret tender.
It showed the times I'd smiled and laughed,
 it showed the times I'd won
It showed to me my golden hours,
 the times through triumph gone
But woven through the clouds of joy
 and mists of exaultation
I found a black and silken cord
 in every situation.
I grasped it by its tattered end
 and pulled out all the slack,
And within seconds all the clouds
 and mist had turned to black.
No more laughter, no more smiling;
 lightning filled the skies.
Scenes of horror, scenes of pain.
 Tortured, hate-filled cries
Filled the mirror of my life
 as new dark times emerged.
I saw the screams that no one saw,
 the tears that no one heard.
All the times I was the fool
 and blindly followed on.
Then with broken heart and soul,
 I cried until the dawn.
How can this be? How is it true?
 Was I such the dupe?
Instead of standing high and proud,
 I was forced to stoop.
No more the pain, the shocking truth,
 this torture to endure.
I'd rid myself of memory,
 this evil gone for sure.
So with my unprotected hand
 I dealt the fatal blow
And as result the crimson tide
 of regret did flow.
But as I stood there staring,
 I realized something more.
My life is like that mirror,
 shattered on the floor.

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