Concrete Images Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Concrete Images
Watching life grow through glass clear mirrors,
hoping for chances to become known and taken.
Whistling down shattered glass paths, being
cut and bleeding along the way, frantically
trying to grasp sincere images and hold on
through reality's concrete hardness.
Walking towards and away from beckoning
thoughts, life pivots and watches itself in
glass-clear images of a mirror.
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