Broken Mirror

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Broken Mirror

Watching me…devouring the light….utter chaos in her path
I feel her presence…I try to leave…but she grips me in her hands
“All the kingdoms of the world I give to thee if only you will take my hand.”
I must run…seek the light…my vision starts to blur.
Darkness encases my body and she sweetly coos my name.
“No matter what you do or where you go with me you will always stay.”
Do not listen…block her out…I run with all my might.
She screams my name as I shatter my darkness with my light.
Blooded hands and a broken mirror are all I have left to show.

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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