Laundromat Reflections

A mind void of emotions...

Laundromat Reflections

Wash, dry, fluff and fold �"
Going through the motions.
Outside it’s damp, cold �"
Eyes void of emotions.

Going through the motions,
She knows she will leave.
No matter the potions,
From ill, no reprieve.

Outside it’s damp, cold
But she can’t see through glass �"
Lights reflecting gold,
Thinking of homework, class.

Eyes void of emotions,
Nothing does she see �"
Folds another notion,
Her reflection, me.

Reviews

[grey.eyes]

another great poem :) i love it :)

[PeacefulPieces]

Thank you so much. Not many of my poems are so cryptic about the real underlying reason, but this one just came out that way.

[Andrew M Parker]

I like your work. :) I think it's brilliant.

[PeacefulPieces]

Thank you, Andrew! I really appreciate you taking the time to comment and I'm glad you liked it.