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Christopher Black
Poems
May 2019
Reflections
This reflection in the mirror
Is it really me?
I touch my face, he touches his face
Surely this can't be.
I remember thinking of the future
Of the man I would become
Time flew by so fast it seems
I've completely come undone.
I stare into his eyes
His dark and angry eyes..
Deep inside.. Goosebumps arise
Every tortured, desperate cry..
The past floods me so vividly
Takes the breath right out of me
Denial rears, choke back the tears
The hate pours right out of me.
In a fit of rage I strike him
I can't take this anymore
Covered in blood and void of love
He falls in pieces on the floor
I pull shards from my hands
And the rage it slowly fades
He must be me after all
His eyes share my mistakes.
Written by
Christopher Black
New Hampshire
(New Hampshire)
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