by margie marek
The Carbon-Copy went around making trouble.
Looked so much like The Original,
everyone thought they were seeing double.
The Original receded into the shadow it cast;
remanded
to be a vestige of its past.
Overshadowed by its shadow,
The Original dulled,
tasted bland,
wilted; fell flat.
It looked in the mirror and said, “Who’s that?”
The Carbon-Copy stole its game;
took its life,
usurped its name.
The Original became jaded,
into the margins of life it faded.
This empty new existence bored a hole in its brain.
The Original will never be the same.
Faced with a choice
The Original paused;
avoided the violence,
and listened to the silence.
Day after Day, the sun came up;
followed by Night,
when the curtains were shut.
The decision became clear as time marched on.
The Original started to live
its New-Original song.
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