reflection shown in fractured glass
an askew view of my soul
or perhaps my psyche has cracked
and i'm the last to know
puzzled by the myriad views
is this truly me
am i gazing at something false
made to make me bleed
tears cannot fill the fissures
but glue may set me free
A contest entry
- Short. by Bryan K Johnson.
450 points, ended June 18, 2007, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Really cool write, and I love the light rhyme. Imagery is great too. Thank you for entering. I'm still trying to figure out if you read the rules though. if you weren't braking one, you would be in the finalist.
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