Paul Smith Poems

I look into the mirror and see ghost,
A face devoid of emotion, devoid of feeling,
A shadow of a past, of a life I almost remember.
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I sit there in the hospital, not awake, but not asleep, in a dream, in a daze.
A policeman by side, a bed next to the nurse station, bloodied and battered.
Shock, anger, sadness, despair, shame, all going through my head at once.
How close was I to being released from this prison? But now, what now?
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