Its Not What I See In Here
That curve is wrong
the gradient to severe
that shadow bends the light
her every blink and breath
dragging me closer to my death
this paper pools my pencil
in unrequited lakes
fading lines that once were right
a smudge that breaks
my fingered tremor
touches that are never finished
Perfection never neared
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2022
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