Fading Poem by Kenneth Cledera

Fading



If it were glass,
a face that of
a jigsaw puzzle
the kind that
easily outnumbers
questions,
and so
shifts into suspicion
of unrecognisable entities.

Monday, August 10, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: identity,individuality
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