Reciprocation Undetected

 Sitting on a chair, legs in front, hands neatly clasped upon my knees. Blank stares dart from every angle possible extracted from the walls surrounding me. Reflecting off of my contemplation they allow me to scope the room... White. Stale white cement becomes the foundation on which my seat stands.  

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Yes this is very interesting indeed, I get the picture of someone in a psych ward with multiple personality disorder... no matter what it is a fantastic piece of mystery.

[Mr. Lopez]

This poem is very intersting to me. The poem lends few clues to it's true meaning but generating loads of interpratation. Maybe a hospital waiting room ?