How can this be?
That this face I now see
Was the face of blissful youth
And everything yet to be
It’s now twisted in hatred
Misery and pain
My Life's hard lessons
Have clearly been in vain
Those once innocent eyes
Bright and filled with wonder
Now dark and full of contempt
From the dark spell I’ve fallen under
Drained of everything
That was wholesome and clean
Unable to remember what hope
Or happiness really mean
Staring now back at me
Are my eyes that now see
The reflection that depicts a face
I no longer recognize as me
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Author:
notapoet (
Offline) - Published: January 4th, 2017 19:16
- Category: Reflection
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Comments6
Yep, time marches on and it is marching all over my face, mood and attitude. Great job.
Lol, yes and mine as well, thanks WBL.
Welcome!
this is a great write NAP.
I really enjoyed it, its so relatable
to many. wow! ww
I remember how nice my hands used to look before I ruined them working construction in my youth. It't what's inside that counts, and if it is half as good as your poetry you are fine.
Very nice and expressive! -- phoenix
Insightful and poetic. Very nicely written.
Stunningly great poetry! I feel I can somewhat relate. Great job--Christina
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