Lost reflection

I stood at a mirror

wondering who I was

thinking of a good reason

to stand here and wonder

why are these eyes looking at me

like they know me like you did

but it wasn't who they thought it was

because the person they were looking for

was lost when he lost you 

and he no longer recognizes himself

for who he was or wasn't

 

 

 

Reviews

[William Michael Reeves]

My sense of this poem was dementia. The frustration someone who stops recognizing themselves. You have a way of creating questions, then the reader can study your words and possibly find the answer. Possibly.

[willweb]

Possibly, but I can assure you, dementia was not at the heart of this piece. Thanks again William.

[David Scott]

Sometimes we look in the mirror to find it is indeed not the person even we are looking to find...
A very thought provoking write will.

[willweb]

Thank you so very much David for reading my poem today. If it wasn't for the bad luck thing I probably would have broken that mirror long ago.

[Alani]

:(
You seem to have a series of sadness's through your life.
Probably like most poets... but you explain it in a very real way...
I look in the mirror sometimes and wonder why someone liked me or didn't like me.
It's all so weird

[willweb]

It is all in how you look at it and yes, poets do look at things in the strangest of ways. I think weird is the perfect description. Thank you my friend.

[s y e]

I think we are always looking for someone who is better than us... Maybe someone we thought we were but the the reflection just shows us. This is so relatable. I loved it.

[willweb]

Thank you again Noodlehead

[Pryde Foltz]

and he no longer recognizes himself
for who he was or wasn't

Always we look for ourselves in another … they are, indeed, our mirror.

[willweb]

Thank you Pryde. I am glad you liked this poem.