Mirrors mirroring not
what mirrors mirror.
Drinking this mirage,
emulating my form.
Echoes of reflecting thoughts
exuding an air of sorrow.
The presences within the glass,
weeps deeply at its glassy heart.
A blind man I am,
staring into this mirror.
Blinded in darkness,
yet sighting the pain.
These curtained eyes,
sightful to reason.
My tears and sorrow
absorbed into the mirror.
This consuming glass,
echoes my miserable visage,
mirroring my emulation,
sending forth my impression.








Amazing write, Daniel.
Blind yet seeing everything- what the mind envisions – the worst parts.
Your poetry is astounding and brilliant, as usual.
Thanks. It’s a wonder publishers nor agents are getting back to me to publish my work. Read your piece: Brutal. Very deep and kept me hooked.
Daniel
You might want to consider Amazon self-publishing then, just to get your poetry out there, especially if it’s been a while (KDP – Kindle Direct Publishing). It’s free.
Or tighten up your query letter and look into Query Tracker if you haven’t already.
Thank you, btw. I appreciate the visit. And you.
Beautiful Daniel. Love the flow and wordplay in this!