The Minute In the Mirror

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Too many cracks and crawling spiders,

Things lost, loved and reviled.

Scars so deep crawling over my face.

Im tired of all this trying,

sometime dying,

only to be reminded

by my silly sad reflection

that i am much too far from living

To remember I’m not dead.

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Author: moonmaenad

Unskilled Navigator of this ocean we call life..somebody throw me a lifejacket STAT…or a clever and friendly dolphin

7 thoughts on “The Minute In the Mirror”

  1. oh..thats right!! please save me from my maudlin, brooding nature..yes, lets get the party started..yes, ma’am..no beers nor sympathy here..just happiness and full grain vodka!!!

      1. hahaha….I guess, short but profound is best option in poetry . I have lots to learn from you. Like Robert Okaji works . You have to nibble, bite and sucked the food to enjoy the taste of its succulent bite .

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