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Looking Glass

The glass is dirty every time I try to look through,
Though I open my eyes I still can’t recognize,
Can’t see past this groove.

Mouth open wide to taste the sticky sorrow of the other side,
Veiled in the fruit of the forbidden dripping over-ripe.

Wake my senses from the overdose of comma,
Tickle my fancies ‘til the pain subsides.
Take back the pound of flesh dripping from the branches,
held in hands of selves fresh from suicide.

My missplaced adams
my aching bones.

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A space in time in a room without a view, but full of mirrors.


dark, glass, mirror, broken, depression, loss, longing


  • Jet ...
    Jet ...about 4 years ago

    whoa. heavy. deep. beautiful in its description. love its darkness

  • Jet – thanks for dropping by :) It’s a visit back into a past of sorts. The dark rests the eyes sometimes…


    – jimenace

  • YakusokuNono
    YakusokuNonoabout 4 years ago

    What an image! Your descriptions are so subtle. Very nice! xx

  • Thank you YakusoNono :) you are always very encouraging ~

    – jimenace

  • Trenchtownrock
    Trenchtownrockabout 4 years ago

    Brilliant write for Wake my senses from the overdose of comma.

  • thank you, Sir Poet :) Pleased to read you again ~ been out for a bit – life is happening and it’s beautiful.

    – jimenace

  • mss3
    mss3about 4 years ago

    Jim this is very heavy and full of emotion! I read the words and your comment…could picture going back and forth trying to wake from this coma. A very sound and solid verse! E

  • Thank you – been out for a bit ~ life happened, and thus, I Wake :)

    – jimenace

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