Prismed Mirrors

  

Prismed Mirrors

we feel our fathers' demons
whisper from the dawn
of opportunities wasted
and priorities all gone wrong
of conquests and catastrophes
forgotten through the years
of lover's haze and wasted days
of fear the end is near...
lost in a twisted history
that isn't even real

Pella, Iowa '22

     
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