Stuck behind glass walls
there is no light outside
or maybe it’s just a hell of a lot brighter in here
so I see
me
and my reflection,
and over again.
reflection
upon
reflection,
until I am very small
in repetition
and still shrinking
into that oblivion
called
infinity.
Waiting,
straining
to see into that verifiable everything
where all is nothing.
Where framed in these
portals of eternity
I am no more.
Until my head gets in the way.
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The above is another of Amir’s poems written during high school. Amir told me he was inspired by the infinity of reflections created by our then new mirrored bathroom. I love that he wrote a poem about that.