Seeing your face in bits and pieces
Reflecting through shattered mirror lying all around
You let its trenchant and shabby corners
Prick you in your heart
Where you have kept your mortifications
Averted and concealed
Clumping through the ages
All instances of indignity
Falling into the crooked delights
In the hollow conglomerate of night and day
Sitting cross-legged, blind-eyed, love-chased
Right across the obscenity of your infidel
Face-palmed you sat in a dreamless state
Across your manifested reveries
Seeing them hollow-eyed yet you remained
In the desert you thought fancy-filled
You sought adventures in your nocuous friendships
And clanked glasses to all afflictions
The time of your life flushed out through tubes
Into the reeking gutters
You condoned all the wrong-doings
But self-reproached for your impuissant being
And let the selfish world prey on you
When you treated them with undeserving esteem
The child in you was hid in a corner
The writer in you cached all the writings
The lover in you has turned to atheism
And your youthful spirit has died a few times already
And yet you seek no apology is a shame
Your reflection through shattered glass hold no remorse
But since you hold the confessions in your heart
Your higher being has forgiven you through the course.
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