In front of the mirror I stand
staring into my own reflection
picturing the past and present,
surprised I haven't self destructed
it's been hell on this road to the future
somehow I seem to always extinguish the flames.
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Poems Upon Poems
Poetry"As she stopped to catch her breath, She looked back only to realize that He was no longer holding her hand Now she must walk in the dark alone." #48 12/29/15
