Thousands Of Reflections

There's a poem that a skeleton recites in an old computer game called 'Grim Fandango'. I love it and wanted to write something in the same style. I don't usually pretend to be this serious.

We stare out the glass at the darkening skies,

Through a thousand reflections of cold, lifeless eyes,

As today and tomorrow both stream down the pane,

To pool on the floor with all yesterday's rain.

There's talk in the background and tunes in the air,

But its directed at no one and nobody cares,

Though some people shuffle to a strange, haunting song,

That comes from the window, or further beyond,

Those dull glassy eyes all long for the door,

They urge us away, from them, from the floor,

From a lifetime of hoping that something's in store,

And they'll remain like that forever more.

Author's Note

Not sure I was ever happy with the last line

Reviews

[Unloved_kitty]

Really good poem. Flows really well.
Keep it up! :)