Micro-Poetry #18



The fractured mirror ahead:

Cracked and broken –

Reflecting untruthfully:

The look of the expression,

Though the the truth does lie within:

In the pain that it reflects.



A gathering of futility,

A cluster of inflamed desire:

Burnt to a crisp –

Must not prevent the impending greatness,

Must not charcoal the last light of soul.

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