Shadows In The Mind

Beneath the mirror's watchful eye, that lightshade sways,
Yet to capture a murmur of slumber's peace.
Funds dwindle in flights of escape,
A relentless quest to dodge the spectres of night.

In the realm of dreams, briefly, I roamed,
Destined always for an echo of my end.
"You knew," you whisper, as if fate itself spoke,
Lured by the hush of sleep, the shadows beneath the sheets.

What truths about myself does this rhythm unveil?
Pulling thorns from my eyes,
Beneath the judgement of the lunar gaze,
Peering into hidden depths.

Do you loathe the sight as I do?
The self I confront, mirror and fist in hand.