Stranger

I stare into my bedroom mirror,

A man is staring back

His stare pounds my brain

Leaving me with nothing but pain

 

His skin calloused and wrinkled

Eyes tear filled

A man who was once thrilled

His smile now killed

No longer feels his life is fulfilled

 

Darkness surrounds him

Turning his life grim

The lights begin to dim

It was in that time

That I realized I was him

 

But it was too late

My life became out of date.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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