all these people look into me, but never too deeply; they are all caught up in their own reflections – and yet when i look at them, i can’t see me. © Tiny Fawns, 2018 Share this:FacebookTwitterGoogleLike this:Like Loading... at the end of sorrow sun’s bedroom Categories: Daily Poetry of 2018, PoetryTags: emotions, existence, mirror, Poem, Poetry, postaday, reflection, thoughts, Writing 1 reply › therulebook January 13, 2018 • 12:09 am So beautiful LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓ Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) w Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.