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

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About Barbara Blackcinder

I write mostly for my own joy and release unfortunately, while hoping that it is enjoyable to others. I thank my followers very much and hope I continue to write interesting pieces for them.
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