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And Blame Myself for the Lost

I do not want to look at the mirror
Hanging on the wall of my little room
It makes me naked; naked to myself
I do not want to look at the mirror
Hanging all around in the open street
It makes me old; wrinkled and rough
They are my mirror; the people I see
The old people I see ever day
You are my mirror. Come close, stand by me
I do not want the mirror to torture me
I want to use it and melt the sun
And blame myself for the lost
I fail to exist without it
All night I pursue my lost self
Mirror is everywhere, but useless
I do not need it for anything
Not for looking at myself
I want to use it and dry the ocean
And blame myself for the lost.
I do not need the mirror, it's transparent.

poem by Chime Justice Ndubuisi
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