Get Your Premium Membership

Don'T Turn On the Light

I see my reflection and it reminds me of a deep well whose dark surface bubbles and distorts whatever image manages to survive the descent, leaving a monster I do not recognize swirling in the ancient brick and mortar seeking purchase in that which it reflects.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2022




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.


Book: Shattered Sighs