Mirror.

chadwickchadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
edited August 2007 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
She gave to me her body, mind, and soul, oh so long ago.
In the middle, cracked and broken, all I am now.
Of these eyes is I, she was all I seen.
She was something that shined, something to look deep into.
Many rising smiling faces we were this wish unbroken.
Here is where shards cut my endless days.
My mirror has me filled without myself.
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."

Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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