The Split Personality of FearbyA.J. Huffman My life is only your reflected light. So shiny. Unlost against the fading fog of my own inadequate form. It changes as you change. Grows as you grow. But once you have gone, it must die. Drown. Dissolve. Or disappear. Useless. Until it can rise in another's eyes. And begin to breathe. Safe. Inside the lie all over again. Want to comment on this poem? Click Here to go the Literary Review Discussion Forum (for the subject, enter "Comment on The Split Personality of Fear") |