The chill I felt that day is still warm
I am staring at myself but there is no mirror
No one is moving and I cannot hear
A hood blocks out the noise
A single tear breaks the silence
Who can forget that day
All of the moving pieces were forced to move
We did not know how to play chess but we did that day
Anything to stop the clock from doing its job
We were unsuccessful
The door finally closed and that was it
My mind went blank
My heart filled with sorrow
And I lay there counting
One Mississippi
Two Mississippi
But it was too late
I should have started sooner.

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5 Responses to Mississippi

  1. Barb Knowles says:

    “I am staring at myself but there is no mirror” Such a poignantly beautiful line. Sad, downcast, but so beautifully expressed. It’s like you delved into you soul and pulled out this poem.
    Unlike Chris, I’m never speechless.

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