Poem Imprisoned by Reflection
by @george-maris
Chained to these walls
I can see only the shadows
The fire gives light to these dark silhouettes
I call them by their names
Puppets, people, or books.
They're my company and must be real.
I perceive only what I see.
Silhouettes and shadows that are real to me.
I force myself to turn
My shackles are tight
I embrace the company of my companions
Puppets, people, and books.
I know them by no other names.
Inspired by The Allegory of The Cave