The Tax Collector

I was whole once,

but broken pieces fixed me.

Shards of a thousand shattered mirrors


piece by piece

into one.

Some stranger stares back at me

from my reflection,

but there’s enough of him left, yet

to be familiar.

The same time that ravaged him,

has ravaged me,

and taken from me

in the same way it has given.

A cold and calloused hand

draws back the curtain

on another day,

rich with reward and strife.

I have often wondered;

“What would it cost

to pay the Devil,

to have him leave me be?”

But I have learned,

that over time

all debts come due;

and I have paid a few.


HG – 2019

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