Prism Poem by Sophia White
Prism
I think there is a prism in my life.
A foul and putrid bit of glass,
That, whene’er I do good,
It dices it up into colored truth.
My own hopeful beam of white
Is turned, by this hated prism,
Instead to what I never meant it to be.
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4/25/2024 3:57:45 AM # 1.0.0.1119
An interesting piece conjuroring up a rather psychedelic image in the mind to explain the emotions behind it. An interesting read. Keep it up. - K.