scattered as a
smashed diamond
whose remaining value
can no longer
be held
karma strikes back
with a heavy hand
and a pounding fist
why is she always smiling,
why that piercing gleam
all my mirrors are the same,
she’s behind me in each one
in the light of the smallest sun
I barely twinkle,
smashed and scattered, as
worthless as dust
(Karma by Richard Ainomujuni on fineartamerica.com)
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