poems

Tiny pictures (Short)

Tiny pictures

17/06/2017

My body flakes away aimlessly in tiny reflective mirrors, cascading in all directions tiny pictures of who I used to be.

Confusing themselves with memories I’ve yet to have.

Gravity holds no place here the only way is outwards.

Like failing grasps of a broken heart desiring the neediness of a new freedom.

Flaking away, giving my all until found or worse.

There’s no me’s left to give, perhaps this is just a reflection of a poem I used.

 

© G.P Williamson 2017

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