Poetry- The Second Chapter
The Other Side
In the middle of a page
within the gaps
where life is lived in flashes,
back and forward
cyclical never linear.
Foundations formed yet torn down
by growing accusations.
In the middle of a blank page
where there is nothing to measure myself against
I jump into the vast
black cavern.
Symbols can not communicate.
There is no sense of my time.
The sun is on the wrong side.
My reflection is blurred
among the grey shadows.
The back of my hands look foreigns
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