recognition (freeverse)

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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Literature, art, science, travel. Writing fiction, non-fiction, poetry. Always wrestling with language.

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