Doppelganger

Dark strands twist 'round her head,
it is slightly turned, familiar, hostile.

A face lies hidden in shades of shadow,
With pleasure, the delusion fills in details.

A moment's glance? Or not even that-
Is enough to send shivers up the spine.

In the moment sown, a seed of doubt,
blossoms in a fertile mind, in darkness.

Can I not free myself of this insanity?
While the mind preaches its wisdom
Something refuses to listen, with malice,
For it knows that it can only bring pain.

I have no reason.
And many reasons.

I sit in wait again, aching in search
of the face of the doppelganger.
To redeem myself, or merely
to feed so delicious a madness.

The same mistake perpetuates itself.
And I sit back, and let it happen.