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Me, On Windows

Poetry By: leesah
Poetry



reflections greyed


Submitted:Jan 28, 2008    Reads: 132    Comments: 3    Likes: 5   


I slip behind in passings
reflected images of me on windows,
greyed

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





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