*BLUR MIRRORS*
If only I meant the world;
If only time talk;
If only I had the one to love;
Then I wouldn't be wounded
Times of sorrow and regret
Times of disappearing in the void
All befriended to a soulless body
Only to feel the dust of tears
Little me born to the deep scars of struggle
Racing with shaded glasses in thorns and thistles
Yet barefoot and lonely as the stray cattle
Mama; who did I offend?
That one song that brought joy to the dead
That one shadow that took the good to the graves
The one rare snake with boiled venom
Was all I thought of through the cold
Then it happened...
A snail in the middle of a track road
A flaming candle in the open of winds
I judged myself in trauma and terror
Then I began to look at the dirty mirrors
Nothing to glimpse but just the cracks and gases
Guilt was no more the monstrous slayer
Then he the rumor sow to fit in
Yet all in the end,
We packed bones and tombs to path to the graves
Yet all in the end,
Peace is to render all...
_*By Jason M James*_
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