01 December 2010

Through The Glass



Standing inside
in solitude
looking out
forehead and hands
pressed against
the cold winter window
my doppleganger's eyes
reflecting back
from the other side
I find I'm on the outside
looking in
at the world where I belong.

3 comments:

  1. Doppelganger... what a marvelous word.
    What a marvelous poem.

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  2. Thank you for reading me again and for your kind words :-)

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  3. i'm so glad i can leave a comment here. usually i have to reblog. that's why you're so neat.

    actually it's just proof. i saw that picture and i knew it.
    & the poem i mean.

    Hii!

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