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Lost Identity

How can this be? That this face I now see Was the face of blissful youth And everything yet to be. It’s now twisted in hatred Misery and pain My Life's hard lessons Have clearly been in vain. Those once innocent eyes Bright and filled with wonder Now dark and full of contempt From the dark spell I’ve fallen under. Drained of everything That was wholesome and clean Unable to remember what hope Or happiness really mean. Staring now back at me, Are my eyes that now see The reflection that depicts a face I no longer recognize as me.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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