A World View In A Church Pew - Poem by mike mcnickolas
aspirations on mantle piece rust,
the mirage of a managable life
smothered by thin air,
i give nothing
but nothing seems fair.
self esteem on polished mirror taunts,
haunts my blind spot,
as i twist almost as fast
as my back evades my sight,
righting, written wrongs
through long imesurable nights.
crooked smile on bewildered face drips,
lists deformities of mine
through silence and distance,
i dismiss this involuntary resistance,
defendeing deaths right to
pervert the gift of life.
death is the tunnel
life is the light.
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