Not Done

Here inside the fun house, every mirror
Shows us differently. In one, she's more
A girl than a woman. Weak, she lacked
The will to say she never loved me and
She wanted me to go. In another, she's
Run off, afraid because she loves me so,
And, in a third, I stand bewildered, just
A needy fool who couldn't help but throw
My heart to her. A fourth portrays me
As a creep who will not stay away.
In this room, there are no sounds.
She's here, but does not speak to me.
There are no captions, explanations
Indicating whether any mirror shows
Reality. I'm where I have been for
Months, unmoving but for darting
Eyes. I know that there are others
Waiting elsewhere who would welcome
Me, but I am trapped inside this
Fun house, wishing she'd return.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-07-19 at 16:04

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