Mirrors closing in/it’s only me

I am alone
Sat before
Two angled mirrors
Bland
Tall
The room is cold and dark
And out the windows
No stars

And the wooden floor
Creaks beneath
My crossed legs
So far
So good
In trousers
Of linen
Some mud
On the hems
On the shoes
On the hands
Here, no friends
Just the mirrors
That show
Only me as I am
Only me
Only me
Only me as I am