Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
What happens when you put your first through an old mirror?
Faint and ugly.
Large and small.
The mirror hangs
From a dingy wall.
Losing faith
And gaining hope.
I begin to slide
Down a slippery slope.
Reflections fade,
The dirty remains.
A smile that spreads,
Like a wretched stain.
One punch across
The pretty face
Is enough to shatter
And erase.
The pieces fall
And slice and slit.
The sound of glass...
I run from it.
Here and now,
But there again.
I run from nothing,
Except from sin.
9-1-11
Large and small.
The mirror hangs
From a dingy wall.
Losing faith
And gaining hope.
I begin to slide
Down a slippery slope.
Reflections fade,
The dirty remains.
A smile that spreads,
Like a wretched stain.
One punch across
The pretty face
Is enough to shatter
And erase.
The pieces fall
And slice and slit.
The sound of glass...
I run from it.
Here and now,
But there again.
I run from nothing,
Except from sin.
9-1-11
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What happens when you put your first through an old mirror?
What happens when you put your first through an old mirror?