my reflection

siranswerer

I cannot look my reflection in the eye.

Because he knows what I have lost.

My beard grows, because I cannot shave.

It covers my face like moss.

Its difficult to see behind me,

Without a looking glass.

But I cannot look my reflection in the eye.

He will not let me pass.

He is a different man than I.

He smirks, while I frown.

He thinks, "You're lost, aye".

While I think, of a way around.

  • Author: siranswerer (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 14th, 2020 08:44
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  • L. B. Mek

    a measured and understated work of self-reflection, genuinely capturing universally shared introspective moments in our daily lives, the key: is finding 'our way around'
    liked the positivity, wise words Sir



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