The complete tangler

Looking intently at his reflection in the mirror

he then turned, walked away

and forgot what he looked like.

 

the man who does not truly know himself nor ever has

a man who does not do what he ought to do

a lost soul who seems to think

he has all the answers

when he has

very few

or

0

 

0

but

what he

considers vital

naught but what his imagination

casts up on the bare sand he calls a mind

on which nothing of any consequence leaves a mark

on which he relies and in ignorance expects others to do so

 

This is a work of non-fiction any resemblance to persons living or dead, or simply dead and still walking around is purely intentional, but without malice. Any offence taken should be reflected upon before smashing the mirror.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i like the layout of this, matching that reflection...and the middle of the poem igniting the feeling of nothing...his mind which he assumes full of greatness is really a shallow reflection of unused potential and overused ego.

very cool piece.