Mirror Letter
Madam, I could not
Take your love, and nothing leave
You with. I could'nt make you grieve
Lest you hate yourself
For having nothing inside
To cuddle deep ego's pride
All you have is love
Of you in child's basket light
That in any wind finds flight
Do not blame the world
Loving self brings no reward
Friction grinds our pride still hard
This mirror then take
It served me well being blind
You can read like a letter
It better serves you
With self-centered eyes, to see
No one stones a barren tree.
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2012
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