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Mirror

       
Wall of glass that pulls me near,        
Neither Alice nor the witch,        
Just a face, disquiet night,  
Where tire treads of life appear.      
       
In my dearth of 2 AM,        
Before the daily meds' drear        
Worldly wraps me in its grasp,        
Ghastly voices call my name.  
         
The image there bears none of me,        
A man looks back, barely known.        
The eyes, darkened sleepless night,        
With voices of the missing gone.        
   
Only me, reflecting there,        
Every shard of Fifty-five.        
Written every step of me,        
And the ghosts I’ve left behind.    
       
One voice silences them all:        
Impish lilt in silver bells.        
Laugh that distances dispel,        
Words, a mighty tiger’s roar.        
       
Calming lull where I am found,        
Heart where I am truly known.        
Haunting whispers fall away,  
Alone your songs fill my soul.  
    
       
Written by Hepcat61 (geoff cat)
Published | Edited 29th Mar 2017
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