no display
what's the point
all the colours washed away
shattered in pieces
fragmented through a void,
suffering with no view
leaves a deep pit
wanting to be filled,
screaming into the nothing
echoing back
with no one there
fixated on mirrors
mirroring you and me
a display for all
to understand,
to give identity
to this shell of flesh
with eyes and brain and
having only a soul through
being known in reflection
is the pain worth it?
how can it be?
if it loses all purpose
when not in display
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