Through the looking glass
I see a shimmering light
But looking through it
There was nothing in sight
Nothing to be seen
From me looking in
But I felt a presence
Just on the other side of me
Chills racing up and down my spine
I gasp for fresh air, I know things are fine
I couldn't quite sense
What was on the other side of the wall
But looking through the looking glass
I didn't really want to know at all

I step away from the glass just to feel the presence get stronger
No where to run, no place to wander
The towns are empty and not a soul insight
Could I be the only person going insane tonight?

© Poetician