~the Man In the Mirror~
With straight laced back to bolster attention
pseudo reflection beguilingly displayed,
silica compressed, provokes recollection
of journey within when the truth was betrayed.
Like frost on the window defeat was coated
In faux sparkling gaiety, in sham masquerade.
That negative twin arrogantly gloated,
as sure as the master controlling the slave.
Reality buried like day demoted
beneath darkness’s oppressive tidal wave,
left to cower, like cur in submissive grave.
With defiance ascending from spark to flame,
to shatter this nightmare before damned defeat,
with a fist turned dentist to fracture this shame,
the remnants of memory lay at my feet.
In sea of slivers my soul still not unbound,
my counterfeit brother in painful retreat,
yet still I am hazy, in mist that confounds,
struggling for release from enigma rhymes
my senses recoiling to the laughter’s sound
and as eyes are cast upon pieces of crime,
each reflection reflected a hundred times.
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