I really couldn't think of anything to name this poem, its a new kind of concept for me so be gentle okay? Please, please comment as I'd really like suggestions are criticism. Here I am. Or. Am I here? Between the light and the dark. Dark things reflect no light, so of course. And yet I still reflect With no mirror to be placed upon The rays they stab Shadows are put down like mats So I walk, upon the carpet shapes and forms Right or left, which direction? I'm so torn The mats again, I've stepped on They feel soft and yet so hard Ah! an empathany shines brightly in The carpet floor is grass, it has always been I look up, there's a silver coin I try to grab but I reach none Texture stains the heels of my forefeet And so I fall, without much strength But soon I'll get back up again The coin's ray that stabs will lead me astray If not for mother calling for where I'm at in darkness outside she finds me A sigh escapes her lips, worry fades Here I am, and here I'll stay That is, until the very next day.