Dust To Dust

The mirror
Lies perched
Behind my laptop
Face to face
With this mirror
That i rarely looked at
I placed it there
Not out of vanity
Simply because
There was nowhere else to go
And to heavy to hang
A large wooden frame
Knotted weavings
With various cut outs
Now pinned to its side
I pondered upon a picture, or painting
To cover the mirror
But a strange guilt came over me
As i would be denying the mirror
Its purpose
So ive let the dust build up
Over the years
And now, as i begin to fade
Hidden from view
By the dead dust
Of my own making

by Jemia