
Photo: WHB – 2019
MIRRORED HOPE
The frame
Impounding
My world
Silver gilt
glistens
Holding
My framed
Existence in its
Reflected copy
How
I wish away
My life
In exotic scenes
Imaged opulence
Amidst
A morbid
Decaying life
I ask no more
Than for an echo of my future
In my next glimpse
To come to my rescue
And transcribe
My defeatism
Into a reassuring future
No man
Can live for ever
But
To the end
He can deny
That thought
