Running From the End

Mirror mirror,
on the stall,
will I ever,
stop the fall?

I wish I will,
I dream I might,
Know the deal,
without the fright.

I plead just show me,
the right thing to do.
I need it to end,
running from…with no to.

A ghost with no form,
a shadow in the light.
Standing in your eyes,
alone on the left….and the right.



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