Anna Hopper Poet Rhyme

Horrid Fright

I study the glass
The troubling sight
But can’t see past
The horrid fright

The soul I see
Is not my own
It couldn’t be
This isn’t home

I count the lines
Brow to chin 
Afraid to find
Who dwells within

Deep down I know
I’m losing touch
We change and grow
I know this much 

But when it’s time
For your descend
You won’t feel fine
But might pretend

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M. L. Kiser September 27, 2019 at 9:10 PM Introspection is paramount in our lives if we are going to live good, productive ones. Well penned.

Richard Lamoureux September 25, 2019 at 9:01 AM If we look intently we can see glimpses of all our other selves. Simply grow into your beauty. Each line has a story to tell.

Vijay Pandit September 18, 2019 at 8:25 AM A bit sad, quite introspective..a reflection on life ..succinctly, done.

Gershon Wolf September 15, 2019 at 5:47 PM Mirror, mirror on the wall // Who's that stranger who casts such a pall... The mirror is not merciful... Cheers, Gershon

Gordon Mcconnell September 15, 2019 at 5:11 PM Very well penned Anna, you paint this picture so well. Great penning and great rhyme.

David Meade September 15, 2019 at 3:29 PM The journey into the ground is filled with many heartaches -- your honesty shines brightly through your words!! Their is no pretense in death!! Well done!

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart September 15, 2019 at 10:09 AM I'm that use that c word, clever! Who cannot relate to this piece has not yet discovered their own mortality. Hugs. xomo!