Staring a hole through my mirror
A witness to a becoming world
stagnant and typhlotic as I make my way though the muddy waters
I'm wounded by the flashing lights and bleeding colours of the future
C'est la vie
A rare breath escapes my lungs
could this be true?
it's quickly followed by another
my heart receiving its cue
Tragically skipping a beat
as I make it to my feet
singing my first love song
but as quickly as it came
it's now gone
Siochan leat
Author notes
Some lines are in French & Gaelic....the title is Gaelic as well.....but do you know what the lines mean?
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