Posted in Poetry, Prose, Relationships


the mirrored images
captured light diffuses
her true picture
Light impulses
send her image
retina catching,
My mind tries
sense, making
the last time
her face, I saw
with tears, shed
blinding my memory
My eyes closed,
denying her light
image, remembering
while reflecting
about her



My profile might reflect who I am, what I think and why I write what I do. My profile might just reveal the inner workings of a deranged mind, a helpless soul, and a self-destructive way of living. Don't worry. I'm OK. I've just lost sight of my little sister in the evening clouds....

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