I see myself reflected distorted
In the evil eye of a gargoyle,
All plans of escaping thwarted,
All hopes of salvation foiled.
Floating around: ghost faces, sneers
Seeming epitaphs on my tomb.
Foreboding laughter rings in my ears
Sounding like a sentence to doom.
Like corridors of a sick mind or worse
Walls shift, close in or fall to dust.
Praying for a sunray to lift the curse,
Help my hatching out of this eggcrust.
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no intervention needed
no sun rays
but perhaps the long forgotton star dust
a constellation of hopes scattered but not quite lost
shining from inside out, the shell disapeers as if it were never there.
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