Me, On Windows

I slip behind in passings

reflected images of me on windows,

grayed...

 

detached,

my soul engages

more to glass homes

 

the almost verges

of breaking into

lost shards

 

losing ground,

losing....

as the sidewalks crumble

sipping away

certainty

 

and painful breaths

dispell yet in

coarse

acceptance

 

my body steady

eyes fixated

facing truthful windows

waiting

 

to change

 

Reviews

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I love the concept of this very original, you write quite well, and have that special flare that keeps you reading.
Nice writing
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