The morning came, as i got out of bed to the cold surroundings,

Headed to the bathroom as is usual to an opened medicine cabinet.

I closed it not really wondering why it was opened and brushed my teeth,

Quiet was the morning as i thought i heard my own voice speaking.

Imagination working i thought to myself, again but it was calling me,

An Eerie, long, whisper, perhaps a bit tired as i rationalized the moment.

Walking away i stopped and turned swearing i saw something in the mirror,

My skin crawled so i moved fast towards the door to get outside.

There was no one to tell because it would be i the crazy one indeed,

Whatever it was did exist, at least in the mind of a man now afraid.

I had to go back in there to see, too find out if it was real, was i crazy,

It wasn’t expected but when i looked in the mirror He as i now call him

Not it was there staring at me, eyeing me, a tiny sort of a being.

My heart seemed to stop as he pointed to his face, i was in shock,

I now understood that he was me, in the mirror i now could see.

Keith Garrett