Man Behind the Mirror

I see an evil wicked man,
who lays in wait,
and makes his plans.
For bringing fear upon a face,
ending lives without replace.
No shame,
no guilt,
no disgrace,
I'm staring at him face to face.
The evil man stares back at me,
what he's in store is not believed.
All these plans he's made I see,
this pictures getting clearer.
I'm this man behind the mirror.

poem by Ken Bennight
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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