Vitality Press

Existence is but a matter of who writes the story, and whom you allow to edit it.

No hope,
future or past,
seeking validation,
through a broken looking glass.

A distorted image of a disfigured spirit.
Torn by the ages,
ripped like paper.
Turn through the pages.

Pulling,
Tugging out of the binding.
The title disappears,
followed by the body.
The sentence structure is fading.

With each erasure,
with each destruction,
the story becomes less,
intelligible.

The mirror,
broken as it may be,
Displays more truth,
than the withered book,
could muster.

The author fades with time,
the story long forgotten,
The plot a fleeting thought,
and those who were written.............

Reviews

[Cindy]

Love the part about the mirror and the book- and I agree!!