September 11, 2008
By Shelby Smith, Mt. Enterprise, TX

Under the shadows
under the scorn

Behind the broken mirror
tired and forlorn

I feel the weight,
whether real or not

I feel the pain,
whether it's given or sought

I see nothing special
in the silvery shine

The wounds of the shards
the delusions are all mine

May be a greatness,
but only beheld in my eyes

Is a simple reflection
back by cloudy skies

Jibberish acclamations
say emotions betray thine sight

But what dull radiance
I see in their bright light

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