Imitations Of Life Poem by Bill Sargeant

in a dark corner of a dark room
the mirror forgets me
remembers only the corrosion of time
the scars she left behind

the clock has stopped its tick and tock
its face disfigured by dust
and rusted shut a broken window
betrays the only escape

but escape is a mere elusion
freedom a delusion
a deceitful cell, a bigger prison
from which she can never break free

in the glint of splintered glass
the past exists in stasis
is trapped forever in a dark mirror
in a clock emptied of time