Jaded

Mirrors, mirrored, words that danced,
hidden distractions left to chance,
within a fine tuned looking glass.

 

On his knees he speaks alas,
no more flowers left to task,
as bitter memories dance and dance.

 

Unworthy shards of broken glass,
silently he gaits his well worn path,
finding nothing but his long lost past.

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