Broken Iris

Another click on the murder machine,
but more of an inside death.
Illusions once so clean,
fade away to dellusions without breath.

A helpless mirage in a frozen wasteland.
Broken iris seeing whats not there.
Nothing has changed the sands,
but change occupys your stare.

Life seems to be drifting by,
as your mind opperates on a diffrent wavelength.
Not disturbed in a way,
because visions are your strength.

poem by Jeph S. Walker
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