Reflection (new poem)

He looks, but he never sees—
lost in reflections, a polished illusion,
all shine, no depth,
the cracks masked in gleam.

Words spill like coins,
tossed into an endless well,
each expecting a ripple,
a wave of something in return.

But silence is heavy,
settling like dust over echoes.

He spins in shadows,
a dance only he dares to believe,
blind to the cost, deaf to the hollow,
while the world watches, weary.

And still, the mirror waits,
indifferent and patient,
to show him the emptiness
he fears to face.