IO (31st March 1987 / Winchester)

Reflection

To my reflection
A fist
A broken shattered dream
Sharp with anger
And blood is the stream
Tears of the sea
Before me stands
Shaking, twitching hands
Darted glares
Stabbing stares
Into the expressionless face
The person never smiles
Is never happy
Never glad to be seen
And neither am I to see her
The person I see everyday
Follows me around like a strange stalker
I see her in window shops
TV screens and mirrors
She's never glad to see me
She's never glad to be seen
My reflection
Me

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Pablo Neruda

I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You

Comments (1)

I like your style, quite different. Good work. Shaun.