Devils
He is a devil, the passerby remarked.
The other leered back with insidious frown.
Back to my home I embarked.
Hiking through this once great town.
The accuser and the accused looked alike.
The belfry with disdain looked down.
When I came to the end of my hike,
The image in the mirror was me.
Suddenly I remembered what the faces looked like.
Copyright © Daniel Carter | Year Posted 2016
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