Hello stranger,
I see you
staring back at me
I often glance at your shadow
lately more frequently.
Please tell me where you are going
or of memories where you have been
tell me do you wonder
if this pain will ever end.
I picked a rose
as I walked through a garden
if it was yours
I beg your pardon.
Mirror, mirror
on the table
release my soul
if you are able.
In the depths of reflection
hypnotized by what I see
this hollow image
a portrait of me.
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Comments4
A feeling of emptiness and isolation connect the stanzas of this poem and leave a feeling or alienation. Well written
There is an eery aura emenating from and surrounding this most splendid passage of poetry. Especially so, the last three stanzas rhyming into hollowness. Great poetry indeed.
Kind regards,
Tony.
Excellent write
Oooh, this is dark, haunting, alluring and eloquent like a great Gothic masterpiece. In this, one is their own ghost. The inner person feeling estranged...maybe even a stranger....to their outer self (the one staring back in the mirror). I love this conversation with the inner and outer selves, for lack of better articulation, and I find the dialogue to be true to my own experience. Well done, my friend. A fave for multiple reasons! 🌹👏
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