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.
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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