Liars and thieves in this empty room.  My mind a coffin a hidden tomb.  An endless argument amongst these thieves.  God knows what they hope to achieve.

    The liars they brag and gleefully boast.  Who really cares who stole the most?  There's a man here I don't quite know.  Trying to understand if he's friend or foe.

    My hand raises as a friendly gesture.  It's pushed away with a slight pressure.  His eyes cold and drained of life as if he'd been stabbed by his lover's knife.

    It rattled me and shook my soul my heart two parts was once a whole.  His face seemed drained of all emotion.  My mind flowed like the raging ocean.

      I remembered something once forgotten, something learned but never taught.  His lips moved he wishes to speak, not a sound is heard not even a squeak.

    Shutting his mouth the cause is hopeless the thieves and liars hardly take notice.  I try to reach out to help this man, he slowly pushes back my extended hand.

    His eyes water as he falls in tears, releasing his anger from all these years.  Causing a tear to drop from his eye the thieves and liars stop to sigh.

    He screams out loud for all to hear
It's caught their attention as they openly stare.

    He looks at me one last time then suddenly I reset my mind.
The room goes empty once again and I'm left here holding my pen.

    Broken mirrors may cause seven years
But the look I was gave will dig your grave.

Which proves my deception when I look at my reflection.

                  Poem by Brett Gillispie