Friday, February 2, 2018


Fractured (18-033Z)

mirror shards scattered
fragmented image
reflects back at me
dystopian person

can't integrate
empty eyes
stare back from
fractured liminal space

sweep up the distortions
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)

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