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SHATTERED GLASS

Closer, nearer, nearer,
a new voice appearing clearer,
approaching, nearer, nearer,
towards the ghost within the mirror
Now old, devoid of any trust,
The eyes are cold now cast on us,
shards of past encroached unfeared
A hardened lasting cockroach peered
through a freshly polished demolished mirror
approaching bliss now, nearer, nearer....
Upon inspection of my recollection
I saw no deception in my reflection
no trace of deception in the place of my face
no decryption awaiting interpretation In place
no depiction of perception willing to wait
for a separate description of the inscription of fate
No mourning this morning ,
just simple self-scorning
nothing missed in the fading mist
but a long dead lover's evading kiss
and all things sought at any cost
bought without being taught and then lost
opportunities burned by a wrong turn
trusting the wrong team in a dead dream's urn
Just a battered past with a scattered cast
and a tattered crew I once knew
blown into everything other than true
unmissed mist clearing and gone
nothing left in hell to dwell upon, all past
with a swift fist tattered and blood smearing upon
unending endearing shattered glass
archetype23
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