Duress, The Muse Abused, Then Amused

Duress, The Muse Abused, Then Amused

A Poem by Mirror
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Sweet-Art

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Caress

Slowly

Fly to the sky if you must

But just find it

 

The darkness,

No whispers

No sense in what I see

How can I find it?

 

But  I see colors

Some pictures come and go

Loud bang, I scratch my head

Thoughts came like a feather kiss

 

Duress

Abused

Yet In you I find

That I can smile while I write


© 2017 Mirror



Author's Note

Mirror
my muse, my friend.

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Added on November 9, 2017
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Mirror
Mirror

Calabar, South South, Nigeria



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