northernlights Posted October 2, 2006 Share Posted October 2, 2006 Too hard to want Self, want what is same. Reflection there dripping in glass pane. Eyes and ears 'round Blind, deaf to my shame, While self rejects Mirror image. Floating names. Playing games. In here I touch But glass feels cold. Out, fingers bound and feet perform, jagged Pieces on the ground. Link to comment
Spugly Fuglet Posted October 2, 2006 Share Posted October 2, 2006 I like this one very much Link to comment
Ms. Babydoll Posted October 2, 2006 Share Posted October 2, 2006 I really like the cold feeling I get when I read this poem, you describe everything with such detail, well done, keep it up Link to comment
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