Infinite Echo

Now the mirror of tomorrow reflects what
Yesterday saw die.
Still the eyes turn the windows to steel,
And only the dark is clear.
For him, the single breath of a single second,
Wastes the pulse of the unseen day.
“There is no life left.”

The curtains keep reality from seeping in,
And pain from leaking out.
The picture in his head is yellowing…
And so is the world he refuses to accept.
“There are no feelings left.”

Well, open your mind.
I’m sharing them…

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