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morning mirror

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , on June 30, 2019 by bradford graham west

morning mirror;

not saying anything more

oh, what do i see?

through these eyes

where i left us to be;

nothing short of what should have been

words soaking in a liquored terror,

emotion in an solar emptiness

but i think that’s way it’s always been

under the shade of a burning tree;

nothing is more lonely than

one that drowns in its own spoken word

burry oneself against the way its always been

morning mirror

not saying anything more

oh, what do i see?,

through these eyes

killing all of mine

c. june 2019 bgw