Grief
I beseech the shards of my shattered self,
as recollections collect with a jagged edge -
for a softened reflection of a dream in smithereens
to sheath this sunken cheeked shadow
lost in the mirrored fragments
of hollow-eyed tears.
Susan Ashley
February 12, 2019
~ Fifth Place ~
Capture That Emotion Poetry Contest
Nina Parmenter
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