Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Nov 2017
Deep inside the caverns
in a forest far grown deep
Underneath the shadows
where the reflections of me sleep.
hidden away in the depths of all is me
but always blinded by the parts of me that see
never really knowing whats inside of me

I feel change
i know I'm the same
Just like the flame
I burn the same.


Deep inside the caverns
of a forest far grown deep.
where all of my reflections
silently sleep.
If i could only stay here
this silence i could keep.
But chatter echos through the forest
and now the Reflections see.

And they change

Silver plated mirrors
feed narcissus our light
and in the power struggle
the one refuse the fight.

Oh silver plated mirror
what you are reflecting me
How dare you taint this mind
and refuse the one to see.

Silver plated mirror,
with a thousand changing faces
You move into the darkness
and follow what mind chases


for desire in the mind
can take  to deathly places.

Ringing out
you awaken my reflections
and in their life
silver plated resurrections

Narcissus
has been threatening us

With his silver plated mirrors
covering thoughts of rust.
Pan's Central Express SYRNIX
Written by
Pan's Central Express SYRNIX  122/East Of EDEN
(122/East Of EDEN)   
165
     Lora Lee, --- and Keith Wilson
Please log in to view and add comments on poems