Treasure Island

Lawrence s. Makola

(10/03/1979 / Motetema)

The picture


The wonderful mirror
To see my error
In the most dieing world
Where I’m dumb to say a word
The miraculous mirror

Yesterday my life was shuttered
To tough to see my shadow
Deranged, clueless and out
Then my hollow only uttered wow
The perfect mirror

My rip-roarious strength fall flat
The energy pumped within disappeared
Life crushed my tiny fillet life
My soul left still wanting more vile
The wonderful mirror

Mirror! Mirror! I exclaimed
When what I saw seemed not like me
The perfect picture I printed
Just two years while I was me
The picture in the mirror a mistake

Submitted: Saturday, August 14, 2010

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