- Non-Erotic Poetry
- The Stranger in the Mirror
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Click hereI knew my childhood ended
When the face in the mirror wasn't mine anymore.
Teeth yellowed by to many cigarettes,
But why does it matter?
It's not like I smile anymore, anyway.
Eyes glazed and bloodshot
From a night of to much drinking.
Dark circles just below them
From a night of to little sleep.
Beard stubble like sandpaper
That rasps as I run my hand across it
And up to hair that has grown thinner.
The only part of me that's grown thinner,
A downward glance could prove as much.
The beginning of what will be a truly stupendous gut
That once was my father's, now is mine.
But where is the wisdom that comes with age,
That special knowledge of my place in the world.
Why am I so lost?
Why can I see this stranger's face staring back at me,
But not see where I belong in this world?
- COMMENTS
tarablackwood22almost 20 years ago....also, though not quite as much as your ramble below. Some nice phrasing and thought. edit = 'to' becomes 'too', lines 3,7,9.
