To see yourself within the mirror.
What surprised you first - the mask or the fears?
Hidden lies, secrets and tears.
Dropped off the edge, the end is near.
Gravity was never one to make you wait.
Preplanned juxt - you can't be late.
Releasing worries from your plate.
Pencil this is and save the date.
~I.S.~
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Author:
Introverted Sage (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 14th, 2024 00:50
- Comment from author about the poem: 16.2023.08
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