Begging

~An encounter with myself~

Suddenly I found me facing myself.

-May be a mirror standing there-

There was was no mirror, neither person, 

just my figure standing there,

Starting into my eyes,

As a crow to that shiny glass.

And with blinded eye he looked aside, 

pointing to a single, simple piece of wood.

Far into those dark realms.

Scared as never before, 

I walked through a hall

And that mere piece of wood I found.

Something carved into it I saw,

Is that a poem? -I weakly thought-

-Where am I? And who did this?

-You are in your mind my friend- a soft voice said.

-Who are you?- I nervously asked.

-We have met before don't you remember?

... and there I was, taking to my image inside my own mind.

What a bleak obscure place a human mind can be...