reflection

reflection

A Poem by john alan willox
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an older piece - didn't realize i was ever that serious...

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i see my fractured replica

in the shards

of mirror

scattered on the floor,

 

save the unreflecting pieces red with blood,

 

and yet my shadow remains.

 

he wonders about the tears in his arm

 

and the passage of light

 

but does not understand the blood

 

and how it will affect his future.

© 2013 john alan willox


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this is quite serious...all the fractures of heart and mind we suffer during our lives...and even looking into the mirror we are puzzled.

where did those come from? oblivious? perhaps.

Posted 11 Years Ago



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john alan willox
john alan willox

toronto, Canada



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i am a 63 year old canadian of scottish descent and have been writing since i was young - i look forward to your responses. more..

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