Hall of mirrors
Walk through the hall of mirrors,
Where Different faces watch my every move,
Some seem familiar yet others just strangers,
Their eyes watching with barely concealed hunger,
The tormented and tormenting hanging side by side,
Innocent souls playing next to tortured demons,
All awaiting their brief moments of freedom,
While Avoiding looking into dead eyes of the forgotten,
Yet still I walk through the hall of mirrors,
Will I be the one who comes out the other side….?
© Pelequininwonderland 2021
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Interesting but disturbing: almost makes you feel you might have a dissociative identity disorder when you emerge!
Thank you, we do have dissociative identity disorder so were glad the idea came across
Hopefully you won’t end up in a vegetative state!! Thank you for your comments and we appreciate the feed back we wrote from personal perspective and how sometimes it seems within our mind we are glad it came across well
tortured demons, perhaps torturous
or do you mean that the souls that are innocent torture demons?
a puzzling poem
I ment tortured demons in the sense that the demonic parts of the person walking through were 1) tortured by their imprisonment and 2)tgey were only demonic parts of the main character because of the torments they received in the past… Basically monstrous parts of their soul created by ptsd and abuse and the poem is a view into the mind of a person with dissociative identity disorder or multiple personality disorder as it used to be called
the demons imprison, it’s their part that tortures. I see no point in sympathizing with the demons, whether they are part of one’s psyche or not. the innocent part is the one that suffers. thanks for your reply