The Sky Turned Black
the sky turned black
when I come home
do not look in my eyes
for I am no longer there
wandered away some where
some time ago, not sure
what you see is a replica of me
trained to kill, I was broken
into pieces then put together
but some things are missing
they forgot to return a bit or two
before I returned, now
when I look in the mirror,
who is there?
Copyright © Patricia Cresswell | Year Posted 2017
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