Confused hands
Left is where I left my right,
the right is in my lefts site.
The left is not the right,
the left is in the rights site.
It is almost like the right was theft,
by the other side, which is the left.
The right has always been deft.
What side is always jealous? The left.
Now I am confused as to what is right,
what is not the one but the left.
Both remaining in my eyes sight,
of the right the left did theft.
Why is it that the left is not right,
but the right is in my lefts site.
The left is different from the right,
yet I can’t tell the difference in my sight.
So I turn around and walk away,
done looking into a mirror today.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 28th, 2024 06:12
- Comment from author about the poem: Sorry, had to brain dump this.
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Comments1
I have been there. As I have been reading your poems I have noticed their growth and improvement. You have progressed immensely, and your poems are wonderful
Thank you. Reading others and your comments made me try to improve. Try to focus my thoughts.
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