Cracks In Reality
CRACKS IN REALITY
I AM NO LONGER ABLE TO CATCH A GLIMPSE OF MY REFLECTIONS
IN THE CRACKED MIRRORS OF OUR RELATIONSHIP.
AS THE FISSURES WIDEN, PIECES OF ME SLIP INTO.
I FALL THROUGH THE CRACKS, INTO DIMENSIONS
LYING IN WAIT ON THE OTHER SIDE.
IN THEM, THERE WILL BE NO PLACE TO HIDE.
AND SO, WHAT I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW ?,
WHAT LIES IN THE SPACES BETWEEN THE OBVIOUS ?
THOSE THINGS NEVER SPOKEN OF
AS I TRY TO RISE ABOVE,
KNOWING, THERE IS NEVER TO BE LOVE
FOR THIS OLD MAN,
WHO PLAYED HIS HAND.
LOST, IN THE GAME,
LOVE HER NAME.
LOVE FOR HIM NEVER CAME.
B. J. 'A' 2
OCTOBER 5TH 2010
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