The mirror

Unrelenting...
on the walls of
my imagination, it sat,
Its gaze unwavering,

determined every grain,
of my malignant existence,
resolute not to look at
my image, that kept shattering,

the mirror of introspection,

undeceived uncorrupted,
painting my conscience
with the strokes of guilt,
tainting my tongue,
with the truth of what i had done,

it left me stammering....


 
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