He will sit
In his own head
Eyes glassy
Like an old man
Grown from his mind
No longer fit to stay
And they will stay
And pretend
That they do not mind
Maybe they don't
YOU ARE READING
Shattered Reflections
Poetry"There was a moment in my life when I could not tell the difference between a window and a mirror. I could look into both and see everything but myself." Rudy Francisco, Helium - Windows and Mirrors A diary of sorts, to help me to remember.
