Did I leave myself
Within reflection
Of your mirrored eyes
To view ?
The poet with
A staggered step
Saddened pools
In eyes of blue.
A ragged road
Without a sign
Leading nowhere
Scorching tears cried
Blistered feet
Each a crime
The pain within
Numbed by wine.
I hear the echo
Still see my face
Deep within
That glassy haze
A thousand sins
A million lies
My reflection trapped
In your mirrored eyes.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Eyes the mirror to the soul. In this poem the reflection is of another. Nicely written Norman
Many thanks much appreciated my friend
You are very welcome Norman
Reflective echo in the mirrored eyes .A fascinating form of synesthesia !
Thanks for read Lorenz always much appreciated
That's us two, that second verse, attempting to walk to town, as no buses, and it being enough to turn us to the bottle! lol.
drunken non passengers lol
What a haunting poem, Norman! The speaker seems unable to recover himself directly, so he searches for the person he once was within someone else’s remembered gaze. The road, the wine, and the accumulated remorse deepen that sense of an identity lost yet still painfully preserved. Excellent work, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
most kind friend, thanks and appreciation as always
What a fearful thing it could be and equally wonderful to lose oneself inside another person's perception of them. Sorrow and judgement are probably the most challenging of terrains to be caught in such a gaze. I have been personally caught without escape in such a gaze and understand it in some way.
thanking you always much appreciated my friend
This is pretty deep man. Good write.
thanking you for read, always much appreciated friend
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