In My Shadows

I met today, myself
On the wall of truths

An Old wretched soul 

Ruggedly odd, it was
A meeting of a kind
Yet all too familiar
Still with eyeball fists,

Hopeless strangers stood

Locked in furnace furry

In the whirl of the rusty mirror,
I beheld my frail frame
With the cynicism of a woman scorned
Our conversation was brief,
Yet a plethora of words
Darted off the obscure pane
To a mutual understanding
Defeated, I sank to the ground
Content with my new friend
It was the best conversation ever