The screens are breathing
Pictures talking to me
Don't know what is said
Something lurking
Under the surface
Effects my behavior
Distorted meaning
Truth not always worse
Disturbed unknown message
Conscious thought racing
Blended into perception
Diffused by reflection
Somethings moving, unaware
Questionable agendas
Goat horned animals
Trodden on soil
Herded like cattle
To their slaughter
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Author:
bones (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The mirror's lies. What seems clear is untrue. Manipulation is used like a tool.
- Category: Reflection
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