A message from my future self

Mirror shards, All on my floor, My knuckle bleeds, Down it pours;

Distorted image, Of myself, Discarded books, Not on the shelf;

In this room, I feel so trapped, Like in a cave, With no map;

My eyes are red, I hear screaming, Is it me, Or another being;

I feel a hand, Graze across my shoulder, I turn around, Its me but older;

"Hello me, From the past, Don't trust the door, Or you shall not last".

1. https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/101m49e/miracles/j2r86jl?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share&context=3

2. https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/101v69f/i_miss_the_treetops/j2r7qic?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share&context=3