I stand before a two


I stand before a two way mirror

Looking as a Widow

That is

Out of What (?).

The Fall gets longer, higher

As I stand

Unknown of what lies ahead.

Could be a World of bore


Unearthly Gore.

‘roun the bend

Dare I see,

                                The Fear of None awaits me.

Breaks through the splintery glass


and there stands before me.

A hiding, lying Truth.

Dare I say at least,

No longer am I

A Prisoner of a Withering Mind.


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