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Understanding ourselves is a wonderful truth.
A jagged mirror posited a torn clueless identity.
Pals left me as a yore youth with a magic tooth.
I feed my fears till they fade, leaving me futility.
The stud concept is flawed—for screaming loud.
In retrospect, this location reveals a lot of sounds.
The ego is beyond what shows in a mirror shroud.
Such strangling shadows in the quagmire of love
I am still alive—such a steam vapor from above.
From mockery and uproar to the rising shove
Is life joy— or only a shipwreck with no smooth?
If the wind is right, just sail toward serenity.
A blameless man rose up among the crowd,
Ego and soul fit each other as hands in glove.
1st place contest winner
Written: February 28, 2023
Writing Challenge - I Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
This poem form is the Fragmented Rhyme invented and Conceived by Constance La France. It has 14 lines with indentation, and a rhyme scheme, as follows: ABABCCCDDDABCD
Copyright © Sotto Poet | Year Posted 2023
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