I sit looking out,
watching looking in,
seeing what I doubt,
watching a reflection shout,
seeing your ghostly grin,
around I can not spin,
frozen in my chair,
goose bumps and raised hair.
Forcing myself free,
turning to what I see
once again you're gone,
the reflection you respawn,
each time it's the same,
this haunting game.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 22nd, 2024 18:36
- Comment from author about the poem: Brain dump, sorry.
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Comments2
The aspect of self reflection and evaluation comes through in this poem. Very nicely written
A poem of some one looking in on their insecurities, well written
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