Poem #59: Mirrors of Broken Glass

Note: This poem was originally posted on my Patreon account on September 6th of 2018. I am currently posting a new poem to my patreon account each day for patron exclusive reading and on this blog one week later for public viewing. If you’d like to see these poems when they are first put up then please consider pledging to my patreon page.

Sixty eight times I ate the wind chimes.

Misery hates its financial fines as it finds its crimes.

Next to nothing none of us want nothing more than all yet nothing less than none neither.

A twisted tutorial turning towards termination of our turbulent nation.

The hall of hesitance affixed to the wall of shame, hung backwards by regulant neckbeards.

Broken bones shattered through mirrors of broken glass. Our vital task is perhaps our last.

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