the looking glass
breath fogs the looking glass
watching the world's teaming mass
on the outside looking in,
wanting to be part is such a sin
face pressed against broken glass,
touching reality is just out of my grasp.
kept a prisoner against my will
my only company the mirror's chill
I fight my demons that keep me here,
with loneliness and repressed tear
I so long for a valiant knight,
to win this battle that I must fight
riding up on his white steed,
to quench this overwhelming need
This looking glass that I dwell,
my fear this everlasting hell.
You write beautifully and I cannot imagine why you haven't been published yet. Keep believing in yourself.
You write good, I had a wait for my book to be published but
it paied off when I did have it published
Very pretty, dear friend.
I really enjoyed reading,.... very beautiful poem
very nice poem
Very well thought out
Very nice indeed.