counterpart

[cogs]

our separation is due
to your refusal to see
your lies
and narrow mindedness

you make fragile assertions
with darkened understanding
but you won't let go
stubbornly you hang
onto the thin thread
of some truth i saw in you
that hid the wall of fabrication

to think we were once an item
cut the cord already
we have nothing in common
keep to yourself and i'll do the same

[PrinceMyshkin]

A poem begins, I believe, approximately where a self-righteous rant leaves off.

[cogs]

cookies to the one who can guess the subject?

[cogs]

it's a reflection in the mirror.

[hillwalker]

We have to take your word on that since there's not a hint of it in the poem.

Not that correct interpretation means a poem has succeeded, or failed. But this comes across as a rather self-serving diatribe against an ex-lover perhaps, without much substance behind the anger.

H

[cogs]

that's because it's just a metaphor, as well as a riddle.