Fractured (18-033Z)
mirror shards scattered
fragmented image
reflects back at me
dystopian person
fragmented image
reflects back at me
dystopian person
can't integrate
empty eyes
stare back from
fractured liminal space
empty eyes
stare back from
fractured liminal space
sweep up the distortions
who once was
reverent and holy honor
as put to rest
who once was
reverent and holy honor
as put to rest
no longer need
to believe these lies
congruent and aligned
a new day and new hope
About the Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (18-032Z)
to believe these lies
congruent and aligned
a new day and new hope
About the Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (18-032Z)
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