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