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The Gift

I look in the mirror, what do I see?
What on Earth happened to me?
I see two sad eyes without a life.
A flower now replaced with a knife.
I see a lonely man misunderstood.
I would change this man if I could.
Into my life, uninvited he came.
He kept my face and took my name.
There's an icy grip in his cold stare.
I would walk away, but I don't dare.
Possession his present, a hellish gift.
Now under his control I slowly drift.
 

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Mike Bartram

Fri 22nd Nov 2019 11:40

Thank you for reading and the nice comments.

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victoriavautaw@gmail.com

Fri 22nd Nov 2019 04:22

Brilliant poem Mike! ?

Christabel Mulenga

Fri 22nd Nov 2019 03:09

I love this!

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