A Room Full of Mirrors

a poem about self-reflection and facing your ghosts

Photo by Evgeny Tchebotarev from Pexels

I have fled
from you for far too long
to where I still hear echoes
of that graven song
And in that room,
I see,
faces upon the pond
as the tides move
and the moonbeams gleam
shadows westward flee
upon America’s lost highways
there’s a place
For a man like me to
sit, drink, and think
to take in the solitude
of remorse and find
truth…