Spaces in between
they seem so far to reach
open up the wound
at least it will be cleaned
the mirror resembles a menace
catch a tear and clear the grimace
just a minute ill be finished
the games i play with myself
cant be good for my health
I cant look into my own eye
as i sit here and try to lie
face the day and smile
im the king of denial.
David Sabo
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wierd-4/
