I cannot look my reflection in the eye.
Because he knows what I have lost.
My beard grows, because I cannot shave.
It covers my face like moss.
Its difficult to see behind me,
Without a looking glass.
But I cannot look my reflection in the eye.
He will not let me pass.
He is a different man than I.
He smirks, while I frown.
He thinks, "You're lost, aye".
While I think, of a way around.
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Comments1
a measured and understated work of self-reflection, genuinely capturing universally shared introspective moments in our daily lives, the key: is finding 'our way around'
liked the positivity, wise words Sir
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