Man In A Suit

The world is what you see it,
I see the faded cuffs and the burst stitches,
Of the suit,
The patch of hair on the throat that the razor missed,
Yet with that, hold the determination in his eyes,
The way that he holds his head up,
The way that the fibres in the silk of his tie,
Hold the endless number of sessions,
Making it perfect.
The dream in his steps that drives him ever onward.
See that we are all and more,
Disease and remedy in the same prescription.

By MBBlissett

Writer. Working on book-length projects and posting fiction and poetry here.

You can find more about me here:

Represented by SMART Talent Agency (

I am available for writing projects via my agent, Kelly and I look forward to hearing from you.

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