A Backwards Look In The Mirror

I've seen those eyes before like pack-ice
Residuary-melting, scraped off the floor
Beats me how, an addict beats the count
And rises; from the canvas once more.

I've seen the glue-sniffers dazed, erect
Wall-flowers with those same said eyes
That says nobody even cares for me.
'Now that loves taken its leave I devise.

To drink, listen to the clink, clink—clink
Of ice till I'm once again, ready to rise'.
Gaze …eons into the future and bethink.
The love of a woman will be my prize.

poem by Mark Heathcote
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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