Fairest of All
when i look in
to a mirror i see
you not my reflection
hating myself i take
my forehead and
break the nose
of the image be
fore me that
opens those
senses
that ensure
me as i bleed
then see
it is me
for i'd
never
hurt
you
it's the
me that
i mean
to be
mean to be
me waking
from a dream
but i sweat
from the
bottom
of me
though
what
thoughts
it should
be a
frontal
lobotomy
so repressed
that i pressed
my genes
again
so no
wrinkles
but with
no complaint
i look upon my
face but it's
not that of
the mirror
touch
and then
begin to shape
what i see
what i want
to be or should
be but
who is to
say more
then maybe
this is the
way of
growing
in
age
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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