The death of giving a damn
Is absinthe for the soul
Like a shattered glass
Fragments of ego
Strewn about the floor
Two way mirror
No reflection
Staring back
Yet watching
Delusions of eloquence
Faded parchment
And one good eye
Reading the truth
Not theirs
Yours
Absinthe bitter
Not sweet
Flavor of reality
©️ The Beginning At Last
This poem is incredible! I love how you talked about “…fragments of ego strewn about the floor…” You really set a mood with this one.
Well, hopefully you know now since I elaborated more in my message. 😆
Definitely don’t ever wonder though if it’s good or not, I know I’ve told you I always love everything you write (except sometimes for sad stuff, but that’s because it might make me cry) but even then it’s good because it evokes some kind of emotion. 😊
This one was just different, deeper.
Shower thoughts? lol 🤪
Great poem, Kevin. I did have to google Absinthe. My old Italian relatives would have substituted that with Anisette. 🙂
Wow, Love this. Choice words that make you want to read it again. I read it 5 times and will read it again.😁 👌✨️
The Beginning At Last 
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