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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

Date: 9/27/2019 9:10:00 PM

Introspection is paramount in our lives if we are going to live good, productive ones. Well penned.

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 9/25/2019 9:01:00 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

Date: 9/18/2019 8:25:00 AM

A bit sad, quite introspective..a reflection on life ..succinctly, done.

Gershon Wolf

Date: 9/15/2019 5:47:00 PM

Mirror, mirror on the wall // Who's that stranger who casts such a pall... The mirror is not merciful... Cheers, Gershon

Gordon Mcconnell

Date: 9/15/2019 5:11:00 PM

Very well penned Anna, you paint this picture so well. Great penning and great rhyme.

David Meade

Date: 9/15/2019 3:29:00 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 The Insolent Rib

Date: 9/15/2019 10:09:00 AM

I'm that use that c word, clever! Who cannot relate to this piece has not yet discovered their own mortality. Hugs. xomo!