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It Was the Mirror All Along
The sun is settling
It’s only five in the evening
A woman walks in
It’s now time for the nightly feeding
“Time to get up sir,
I made your favorite, a tender rare steak.”
She nudges his shoulder
But something is wrong, he doesn’t wake
Now look at me
Standing, watching, what the fuck can I do???
Say something nice???
Like that will help get her through
She shakes him hard
“Wake up sir. Don’t die on me, please!”
But it’s no use
She grabs his hand and drops to her knees
I walk on over
To ease the pain, help release her fear
With no reaction
It’s as if I wasn’t even there
So what the fuck
I stand back up and what do I see???
A reflection
I can’t believe it, the old man… is me…
So much for that
There’s no need for me to fight
Just turn on around
And continue the walk towards the light…
