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Jan 2019 · 48
Unrecognized
Warren Clyde Jan 2019
I fear mirrors,
And It’s reflection.
I trained my eyes to not see.
I have not looked towards its truth in years,
Nor allowed others to show me.
The image it would show,
Is not the future I planned to be.
A glimpse one time,
As I passed by.
Sunk my soul
That image…not I.
How, from a boy
Has this become
The wasted life
Which stares back in shame
Knowing it cannot be undone.
Unrecognized am I.

— The End —