death of what it isn't

by Matthew Sharp

the mirror peices
i offer
still holds a picture
in the ashtray
dreams are born
In ambitious stagnation
I sit
looking for the sun


Posted on 06/10/2009
Copyright © 2021 Matthew Sharp

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Ava Blu on 06/10/09 at 08:42 PM

who needs the sun? take the moon.

Posted by Alison McKenzie on 06/12/09 at 04:22 AM

That's interesting. I've entered the moon phase of my life. This is beautiful.

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