Images That I See


I open my picture book to a new page each day

Knowing that history soon changes, drifting away

What I was yesterday is not what I am today

These changes happen and I have so little to say


I look in the mirror at the person there

Sadly with no dial, I can only stare

And I admit that sometimes I just don’t care

Hoping changes are constant, but I’m aware


Those glimpses inside, frightening and scary

Worse than those in the mirror that I see

Images that I’m not supposed to be

I must admit they are pictures of me


Only in darkness it seems I disappear

Feigning to look as though I’m no longer here

But there is no fooling a mind that is clear

The future mocks me with a giggling jeer.


Barbara Blackcinder


About Barbara Blackcinder

I am a poet/writer with a need for words. There are so many out there that I haven't used yet. They define all reality and mine when you read those from me.
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