Phillip Alan Green

Reflection - Poem by Phillip Alan Green

By day, I smile,
At life as it passes by,
Ignoring all the chatter,
Feeling inside that life, just doesn't matter,

Each day I look within,
So I can see myself,
And ask him what its all for,
I question the child in the mirror.

My reflection,
Weeps in the corner,
From huddled state he stares,
Asking why I should care.

So inside I huddle too,
While day-by-day I stand,
Against the tide of life, searching to be free,
Each second that threatens to wash over and engulf me.

I am drowning,
The child in the mirror is me,
But he stays to haunt my life,
Telling me everything, in one twist of the knife.

Is my reflection a man?
Through misty eyes I strain,
But all I see,
Is the reflection that is me.

Comments about Reflection by Phillip Alan Green

  • (11/5/2009 11:31:00 AM)

    wow very touching,10 from me! (Report) Reply

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  • (7/2/2008 2:20:00 PM)

    That's why I don't like mirrors...........The reflection is deep, , , nicely written! ! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 2, 2008

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