No. 11 Stranger in the Mirror
An older poem, but it checks out
A blurry face meets me in the mirror
I don't know whose eyes are staring back at me
The hat I wore when I was younger
The masks I used as I got old
Gravel roads as rough as this voice
Of the siren who gaslighted me
Takes me back to when I was very young
No sequoia's now standing, or any other tree
I'm a goner
In and out of phase
I'm a loner
Hiding my face
I don't wanna be forgotten
I wanna be known by you
Great expectations slip through my fingers
Handwritten memories in immature slang
The past stalled out on the interstate
21 times I should've come home
I'm a goner
In and out of phase
I'm a loner
Hiding my face
I don't wanna be forgotten
I wanna be known by you
Don't cry over this I've got all my life to live
We all look down from time to time
There's folk I still miss but I've still got joy to give
Another verse and another rhyme
Soaring skylines shine through the mist
Where a stranger called out some good news
"Haven't you heard my friend?
The old man's dead; long live the king"
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alan pierce
Working on creative writing sword-and-sorcery stories, as well as essays on social change
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