Waking up in the morning sucks.
getting over to that mirror is a laugh.
looking at the joke of the morning.
I cut down with a blade at my whiskers.
Leaving for work in the evening.
Riding away from the home.
I wish for a man who could sit there
and look himself straight in the mirror.
Getting back home the next morning.
going to be around 2:00.
waking up the next morning.
Wishing for something to do.
Breathing in tar for the morning.
exhaling carbon that night.
I wish for a man who can be there.
to look at the mirror of myself.
A contest entry
- Mirror Image by Kendal Palmer.
800 points, ended October 27, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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thank you for entering. good luck.
peace and light,
Kendal
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