I thought I was living,
Until I looked into mine mirror
And only saw mine reflection near.
And mine body,
No longer physical
I hath transformed....
                                      Back to mine past life self....
                                      an inertia, though still had the shape of me
Made out of love
The purest form of spiritual energy....
As tis, mine spirit hath finally broken it's prison cell of the flesh...


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry