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Old 12-22-2012, 03:00 PM
Markinwords33 (Offline)
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Default The Room in Friday's Mess

In the mirror was a room living in Friday's mess
Neglected and left in disarray

His moment of happiness.

There were toys and games and photos in frames
Strewn out across the floor.

Reminders of times in years gone by
Of what he came here for.

But the mirror went unnoticed, watching from the wall

As he ‘collected’ or ‘discarded’, ‘left alone’ or ‘Put aside’
Until no longer curious, no need for anything more.

In a sudden glance;

He turned and saw the mirror
He couldn't take his eyes away
The detail, design, and cracks in the frame
The reflection in shades of dirt and grime

In silence,
He knew so much and ‘so much’ knew him.

Then he left the room never to be seen again.