through the glass

[nikkinoodles]

I was walking along the street

kinda dazed, my head in the clouds,

In the Dark of night, it drew me in

That distant glowing

I stumbled towards and what I saw

Was a girl through a glass plane

Standing in the light

The look in her eyes,

So distant and empty

So sad her face

Confused her movements

Why was I so enthralled, so captured?

I take a step closer, and so does she

My movements reflecting

Those that I see

She holds out her hand to the glass,

I reply the gesture,

to touch fingers, through the solid shield

cant bare to carry on, I turn away

and run and run, it starts to rain and I find shelter

taking up refuge, I crouch to keep warm

thoughts lingering on what I just saw

I wipe away the tears, falling from my face

I had seen the soul within,

I felt all the pain, trapped for so many years

All alone, with no one to turn to

about my reflection in the mirror?

[under_the_pressure]

I really like this poem. It seems here lately I've read alot of poems on here, about reflecting on oneself, and I this one is really amazing. Keep writing.

 

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