I limit you to reality,
force you down with truth.
My direct and cold honesty
can’t be warped from view.
Look at me in puddles,
pot surfaces or mirrors,
I am still relentless,
I am still here.
Fiction and poetry writing, recapturing the muse.
I limit you to reality,
force you down with truth.
My direct and cold honesty
can’t be warped from view.
Look at me in puddles,
pot surfaces or mirrors,
I am still relentless,
I am still here.