I stood on a stage above a crowd,
beside me a coffin lay,
and beside that lay a shroud,
that was of the darkest grey.
The coffin lid was crystal clear,
and I stepped forward to see,
My mind froze with terrible fear
For the face I saw was me.
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PerceptioN
PoetryNo despair. No depression. Some fun. Some PerceptioN. A collection of a few little products of my boredom. My best work is in the later chapters. ... Highest rank - #169 in poetry - 5/5/16
