The Blow

I am lost in the echo of my own life.
I see it as though I am looking through a mirror.
Has my time come or has it gone.
I try to build a new self only to see my shadow shatter it upon the rocks.
I have given up to much of what I want to be.
Falling down to my knees I raise my hands up to block the blow
I check myself for the blood from the below.

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