A Backwards Look In The Mirror - Poem by Mark Heathcote
I've seen those eyes before like pack-ice
Residuary melting scraped off the floor
Beats me how an addict, beats the count
And rises; from the canvas once more.
I've seen the glue-sniffers dazed, erect
Wallflowers with those same sad eyes
That says nobody even cares for me.
'Now that loves taking its leave I now devise.
To drink, listen to the clink, clink—clink
Of ice till I'm once again, ready to rise'.
Gaze …eons into the future and rethink.
The love of a woman will be my prize.
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