Mirror of Memories
The world can be a scary place
when you can't recognize your face.
And though I stare in the mirror,
it never gets any clearer.
I see a man they claim is me,
but at the same time, it can't be.
And I search his face for a clue,
a quirky mannerism might do.
A blank page in an empty book,
I am feeling lost and forsook.
And though I think we've met before,
I don't recall him anymore.
His frightened eyes stare into mine,
and a cold chill runs up my spine.
Behind that scared Alzheimer's stare,
I can see myself standing there.
A memory triggers a thought,
but it quickly fades on the spot.
And I must accept that he's me,
though a stranger, is all I see.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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