Poetry

Glass Half? You Choose (#306)

Smoke and mirror to my left and to my right,
NO SIGHT!
Smoke and mirror to my front and behind,
NO PATH TO FIND!
Though the labyrinth of life I seek,
LOST AND WEAK!
I feel the overplayed pawn,
CONTINUE ON!
Darkness at my feet,
I AM BEAT!
Wait.
FATE!

Any Thoughts?

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