Sunday, July 26, 2015

Reflection: A Poem

That was the day the invaders came.
No one knows how
Or why
Some say they journeyed from a distant planet, buried deep among the stars
Others tell me they’ve always been here, biding their time.
They come to me in sleep
Whispering words I can never make out
Not quite.
In the day, they dance on the edge of my eyes
Fleeting memories that slip through my fingers
Before I can look in the mirror.

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