I don't mean to disappoint, but that's all I know,
I'm not worth very much, I give all I can though,
Dimes match the pennies, even that debt is due,
Papier-mâché to match the grade, replaced the queue,
Lines for the space, about face, too few.

Like a bullet in the mirror, crashing through tears,
Shattered remnants that were pure, even though so obscure.

Should have planned this through, taken a few notes,
Paper and ink can't fill this hole, this isn't for show,
I'm not trying to gain pull, this isn't part of a goal,
Just a reminder of what you fill, the gap that is whole,
Papier-mâché to match the grade, replaced the queue,
Lines for the space, about face, too few.

Like a bullet in the mirror, crashing through tears,
Shattered remnants that were pure, even though so obscure.

I like this one Fear....thanks for the read

like it Fear. *hugs*

Thank you Kim and 2Kids. Your comments are much appreciated, as always.

Much enjoyed

What a good poem.

Thanks for the comments everyone, always appreciated.