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2019

by AJ Birt

By AJ BirtPublished 2 years ago 1 min read
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2019
Photo by Михаил Секацкий on Unsplash

Beyond the glass, there is a corpse,

Alive in thought but dead in eyes,

If I move, the corpse copies me,

If I pretend, it can be my disguise.

Beyond the glass, there is a child,

Terrified, small, attacked and alone,

If I question him, the child just shrugs

And panics, longing to be grown.

Beyond the glass, there is hate,

On this side, there is still no escape.

I look in the glass and two holes stare back,

A shell that takes my shape.

Beyond the glass I see myself,

And I hate it.

sad poetry
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About the Creator

AJ Birt

History nerd who likes to live in a fictional world... also pretty gay.

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