I see her. I can't quite make out her face. She appears trying to send me a message. Something is wrong, something just isn't right. I don't know who she is. I ask for a name she remains quiet, instead I see tears roll down her cheeks. Looking very closely, I just can't make her out to be............................. anyone. As I stare at her, my mind is racing, 'who is she, what's wrong with her, where did she come from, why is she crying, what's going on'. Thoughts pumping. The tears keep rolling, I'm still thinking not knowing what to do, I try to reach out to her but she's not responding. Trying to figure her out, there's no absolute clue. As I stand staring, & wondering, I realize that the disturbed girl, is in fact just a mere reflection in the mirror of myself...
Submitted: August 09, 2017
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I think it's fine, but maybe it needs to be spaced out a little more?
Thu, August 10th, 2017 4:47amFacebook Comments
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Christian Taylor
Very interesting poem. Sometimes are earliest work is not always are best, but they show our growth as artists.
Thu, August 10th, 2017 4:04amAuthor
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Very true. Thanks for taking the time to read this.
Wed, August 9th, 2017 10:40pm