A Muttered Reflection

Looking back
Into my sullen gaze
Stares a pale placebo
Of reticulated intent
In start contrast its thought
To discriminate nature
My eyes drift below
Searching for recognition
But none was there

My very own face
A misty mystery
For whats looking back is not my own
But only that of a cracked shell
Bleached by suns very thought
And eroded by strain.

Reviews

[Country boy183798]

Top class, I truly like this poem. Well written and beautiful. I like your choice of words and the closing lines are just fantastic!
"My very own face
A misty mystery
For whats looking back is not my own
But only that of a cracked shell
Bleached by suns very thought
And eroded by strain."
Fantastic work! Keep on writing!

[Noah]

Thanks a lot! I definitely will keep writing, its a passion of mine ☺

[Country boy183798]

I'm definitely looking forward to your next post. Reading your other two poems at the moment :)