Cruel Mirror
By smokejack
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I looked in the mirror
And I screamed quietly
I screamed quietly
I put my hands over my face
And peeked through my fingers
I peeked through my fingers
I’m not sure I like what I saw
My life is written across my face
I could see every hollow
Every line had a windswept trace
Like an old map with fading ink
My hair used to be dark
But now its silvery grey
What the lord gave at birth
Age has taken away
I looked in the mirror
And I screamed quietly
I screamed quietly
I put my hands over my face
And peeked through my fingers
I peeked through my fingers
Not sure I liked what I saw
I tell myself I’m younger
From my head to my heart
It helps to ignore the fact
My body is falling apart
The creaks are getting louder
Newspaper writing is smaller
I feel like I’m shrinking
I used to be taller
I looked in the mirror
And I laughed quietly
I laughed quietly
I took my hands off my face
To count the lines on my hands
To count the lines on my hands
I know I’ve been here before
©JMcN2016
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