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Broken Mirror (Free verse) by Artemis745 Wandering through this world,
A confusing, frightening place,
Where nothing I do seems right,
And my wrongs are never corrected.
I wander without knowing,
Without a clue to what should happen,
Making choices without knowing,
Fearing what will happen.
Is what I'm doing right?
Or will my world shatter,
Like a mirror dropped on the floor?
Pieces tearing at my heart,
Scarring portions of my life.
What will become of the decisions I make?
What will become of me?
Up the ladder:
Eris, my blade, the accurst villanelle
Down the ladder:
When
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Posted: October 2, 2003 9:51 PM PDT; Last modified: October 2, 2003 9:51 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.2086053 Overall Rank: 4457 Comments:
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poetandknowit @ 65.101.213.218
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2-Oct-03/10:40 PM
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Young people are trapped in an endless cycle of rhetorical questions. Bummer. And, seven years bad luck. Look what it has done to the Cubs and all because of a curse put on the team by a tavern owner who could not bring his goat to a World Series game. Now there is something to think about next time you pick up the pencil.
Perhaps you will grow a long black arm. The Arm of Nigritude they will call it. -10-
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