Broken Mirror
Alas there i am
big fpur oh harriet
i see no master plan
father
who are you today
mother was
a mistress
a doctor now a maid
you said the children were putting apples in the lemonaide stand
and you sia why not limes like cats
and thats when it beagan
the trump of the taking of power
Broken mirror
scattred cards on the wall
of mindcrafted clandestine secrecy of knowledge
study me closely
read the books and step into the shrine
Broken mirror
i will saty here
until the end of time
re readin re writing
studying until my return to figure out
what it was that i did wrong
broken mirror
we love you
soo much and more
broken mirror
you think you found me but really im not here
nor there
subconcious snivellings whinings pinings cryongs
doubtings of the literate soul
Broken mirror
broken mirror
since the beginning of the language of the souls
of echoes
and the one who could hear
who echoed back
broken mirror
broken mirror
i know i am not alone
broken mirror
broken mirror
m I to ares or ess
Copyright © Troy Jeremy Nelson | Year Posted 2007
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