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Mirror

July 30, 2022
By Anonymous

A mirror

Back I stare 

A ashen ghost of myself

Is this what I’ve become?


My face is blotchy 

My eyes are red

My hair a mess

There's more to this reflection

Yet I do not press


It holds its problems and it’s flaws

But life holds me in it’s bloody paws

As long as i’m stuck 

I am alive

but one day i’ll float away to the sky


If that is soon

I do not know

For now down this endless river

I shall row


The author's comments:

We are promised the moment not the future.


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