I peeked
Into my reflection
Amiss
In perfection,
And found there
Deflection
A rarefaction.
Strains
In collection,
In each and every
Section,
Devoid of
Attraction.
Lacking incorporeal
Connection.
I mourned
My selection
Of
Cannular
Faction.
So I am with
A strained soul
And
A cracked
Reflection.
Copyright @ M.K Aassi
29-05-2019
