A Heart at Eleven

An eye of the sidewalk is
Watching me, watching paired mirrors.
The stupid, repetitive plane of
Silver upon silver upon silver
Reflects a mind's trappings
Rendered useless in your blue sky.
Dark moon hangs under starless ceiling,
Waiting in stale black air
While I watch from every cracked and creaking window,
Not daring to breathe in this
Abyssal, smiling toxicity.

Reviews

[Richard]

it's dark, it's deep, it's not a pool ... I really like the silver upon silver upon silver this was a great poem short and sweet

[Richard]

sorry, not sweet as in sweet ... but short

[scarlynn]

Thank you so much!! :)