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CRUSHED & LOST

CRUSHED & LOST- by ILA

Pieces of mirror,
Reveal a pattern.
Alas! My face is lost.
Or is the mirror shy?
In this cage of agony,
Where do the images fly?

I do see,
A blurred shadow.
But is it mine,
Or the Mirror’s?
Not unlike its,
Is my spirit scattered.
Though more distorted
Is its pattern,
Much dispersed
Its ruins.

Just wish,
I had handled it with gratitude.
Though solitary,
But wouldn’t have it break its mute.
Melancholic in its refrain,
At least would have retained its tune.

Had I not crushed it,
It would have remained intact.
Eloquent in its gaze,
My face would have been a fact.

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