Metamorphosis

After eons of foggy days, restless nights
The mirror broke at the end of their fight.
He walked over the pieces, stained the floor
When all scars healed, added a few more.
Went outside, the blood washed away by the rain

Realized, he too had to be broken
To be put together again

-Ajay. Tawde

© Copyright 2010 streetajay (UN: ajaytawde at Writing.Com).
All rights reserved.

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