A Thousand Shattered Mirrors
You cannot possibly realize
the exact nature of my heart
as if trying to take its shape,
you know me any better.
The exact nature of my heart
I keep for bloody keeps, so if
you know me any better
what a stinking lie this would be!
I keep for bloody keeps, so if
inside the dome of decomposed,
what a stinking lie this would be,
what make you, this fractured mess?
Inside the dome of decomposed
lies a dark and dangerous space;
what make you, this fractured mess
of a thousand shattered mirrors?
Lies, a dark and dangerous space,
translations lost upon the translation
of a thousand shattered mirrors,
and yet you bravely venture in.
In translations, lost upon translation,
if trying to take the shape
of a thousand shattered mirrors,
you know me any better...
then, be
of a thousand shattered mirrors?"
yeah. I'm still relating to your poetry TOO well... not accusing either of us of plagarism, but wow, I think I have a very similar line somewhere :)
Really well written....
P.S Thanks for your professional comments to my own work.
Thanks for your support on the challenge...
I am reading your poetry,
Debashish
Challenge.
Reindeer
beautiful writing...floria
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