A Weary Mind


I am surrounded by images-
Incoherent pictures that transcend reflection,
True repercussions of a once-loved nightmare,
Existing only in contradiction,
Delusions of redemption.

Ultimatums are oxymorons.
Right and wrong are but overused words,
Each carefully contemplated,
Both insatiably insecure,
Neglected yet absurd.

Irresponsible, accidental-
Either of which could be worse.
Can you truly put a price on love?
Can we justify who we endorse?
Destination is no course.

The truth of course is none of these,
Not even the same premises.
It is however like a broken mirror;
Complicated yet primitive,
I am surrounded by images.

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