Took my share of hits
absorbed more punches than I landed
that’s for sure.
Bones cracked muscles torn
organs abused head blows too
maybe I’m not thinking straight.
Maybe my memories meander
shamble into the maudlin and mundane
maybe my brain by way of injury and poison
fails me my vision growing opaque.
See my life refracted in a funhouse mirror
but the distortion looks right somehow
in this bent light scars vanish.
I liked this poem.
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Thanks very much.
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