Waste of space, waste of time.
Lack of grace, no peace of mind.
Mirrored image forever there.
Vulnerably flawed and agressively bare.
Corse and tangled, twisted beyond reason.
Clearly broken without real meaning.
Laying amongst the glass on the floor.
Darkness wins and always keeps score.
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Behind The Smile
PoetryMy sporadically written poems with no theme. I just jot down things that come to mind. If you like, let me know.
