Likeness

[busker]

I feel that I should mention this is not about a literal blanket. I didn't know if anyone had caught on what the windows, the mirror, and the blanket was discussing. I have a second poem and it will give more insight. There's hidden meaning behind the words

Actually, I should point out that the blanket, the mirror, and the windows of the building are not literal. There's a deeper meaning involved.

This is poetry, not a new quantum theory of gravitation, so there is no need for excessive cleverness. And in fact, using vague symbols is the easiest thing to do. I could write a poem about a talking apple that is actually my internal trauma personified. It wouldn’t be worthwhile to waste the reader’s time with it.
The reader is not interested in the secret language of your mind. A shrink might be, if you pay good money. A reader is only interested in something that resonates with him. To do that, you need to craft the poem better and make it more accessible, otherwise it’s a journal entry for yourself.
So even if the sheets and the window were your defence mechanism and your inner dreams of a better life, you can tie all that up in a more interesting, artistic way for the reader. That’s what’s missing.