what i see when i look down

mirror shards
under a sky faded
with the overwhelming shadow
of the dead feeling
that hides in the cold
white skin of my blighted
youth, this place seen
through the smoky filter of
could-have-beens, tomorrow’s
hunger, a Possibility blurred and
almost not there.

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