The Image
I sit in stony silence staring at her.
She looks so familiar yet so unknown
as if a stranger so far away.
It is as if I know her yet she isn’t a person
I know and embrace.
She looks so familiar yet so unknown
as if a stranger so far away.
It is as if I know her yet she isn’t a person
I know and embrace.
I wonder who is she?
What does she believe?
Who does she know of?
How much is she aware of?
I speak to her, question her, beg of her answers
Yet she sits and stares back at me
as if waiting for me to respond to myself.
I look at her she looks at me
We see each other more or less
I start to wonder why she stares
So blank and lifelessly at me
Sizing me up looking, looking
As if gazing into my soul with those glassy eyes.
We see each other more or less
I start to wonder why she stares
So blank and lifelessly at me
Sizing me up looking, looking
As if gazing into my soul with those glassy eyes.
I slowly realize who she is.
She is me and I am her.
We are one in the same.
3 comments:
Hey, nice! I'm gonna have to come back and catch up on some reading, looks like! Very deep and profound--I like it!
WOW! I loved that! Well done! Quite eerie, and had echoes of Kass looking at Quen for a moment!
Keep it up!
Very deep! I have been thinking of reading more poetry just lately. I think sometimes we all look in the mirror and dont recognize ourselves.
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