Thursday, November 24, 2011

Poem 2 - Missing

The reflection in front of me-
It's off today.
What are these spaces I see?
Why are there empty holes?

What is it that once was there?
No longer reflecting back...

2 comments:

spj's musings said...

Maybe this is meant to be something else, but with your recent confessions, aka guilty pleasures post, I feel like this is talking about blackheads. lol.

GriMstA said...

Oh man... no no no... heh heh...

I don't really know what this poem means... I get inspiration from different things while I go on my nightly walks.

The words just come... and I just type them away on the Note app of my iPhone, barely editing them.

The inspiration for this specific poem was the song that started to play on my iPhone: Backstreet Boys - "Incomplete"

The first line got the words to begin flowing... "empty spaces... fill me up with holes..."

So, yeah... not blackheads at all... heh heh...