REVERSED

My cards are falling out of my hands.
It’s all falling over.
The table, the chair
And me.
Upside down,
reversed.
What do you do when you’re reversed?
When windows and walls stare you down and laugh.
—Cam Ie

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This blog is about writing (poetry in particular) and random thoughts in a nutshell

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