My reflection
looks back at me
from the winter
darkened window
every now &
then - borrowing a bus
or a passing truck
to use for a brain
& then: the emptiness
of night flooding
in again or
a clutch of pedestrians
huddle against
the driving rain
drifting through my face
like long lost ghosts.
Rain
turning to sleet.
"So..?" my reflections
enquires of me
"...what are we
going to do then?"
A BMW
its accusing eyes
I watch the traffic
of its thoughts
having to admit
that it hurt more
than a
bit
that, I "...just
don't know..?"
Some crazy zombie leaves
throw themselves at the window
as if trying to
devour my face.
I hope the glass
will hold.
My reflection saying
nothing, but:
I could see it
thought I was
a disgrace
as to the who
the hell
I thought
I was
a police siren
screaming through the smile
I had nailed on
I could feel
I was not
going to
like me
for a long, long
time.
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 6:18 PM UTC
My reflection
looks back at me
from the winter
darkened window
every now &
then - borrowing a bus
or a passing truck
to use for a brain
& then: the emptiness
of night flooding
in again or
a clutch of pedestrians
huddle against
the driving rain
drifting through my face
like long lost ghosts.
Rain
turning to sleet.
"So..?" my reflections
enquires of me
"...what are we
going to do then?"
A BMW
its accusing eyes
I watch the traffic
of its thoughts
having to admit
that it hurt more
than a
bit
that, I "...just
don't know..?"
Some crazy zombie leaves
throw themselves at the window
as if trying to
devour my face.
I hope the glass
will hold.
My reflection saying
nothing, but:
I could see it
thought I was
a disgrace
as to the who
the hell
I thought
I was
a police siren
screaming through the smile
I had nailed on
I could feel
I was not
going to
like me
for a long, long
time.
Reflection is the change in direction of a wavefront at an interface between two different media so that the wavefront returns into the medium from which it originated.
