I close my eyes
because in-front of me,
is that screen that shows me everything.
It shows the hate, the hurt the lies
and what i do not wish to see.
as the match set for suffering.
My mouth is covered I cannot speak.
My hands tied back I cannot release.
But even if my bonds were freed,
still the mirror lies in-front of me.
That mirror stands, shows consequence
and all I fear is recompense
and when the glass comes scattering down
its only so I might pick up the pieces
wed 30th nov 2011
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