Self Reflection

I wanted to feel your breath on neck

To kiss you in the morning’s sun

I wanted something more than this statue you’ve become.

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I guess is chiseled you out of torment

I cut the piece of your humanity away

And let you stand there forever.

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Your flesh once pink

Now turned to a dull gray

But your eyes held their color.

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A deep translucent green

The color of your pain

Which burns my soul every time I look at you.

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I don’t know what I have become

I don’t want to know

I am that statue which I see before me.