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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: House of Ghosts

Submitted: April 20, 2017

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Submitted: April 20, 2017




Images mirrored by the faces of mankind.

The many wrinkles that line the eyes of the woman

Working hard to feed the family her husband left behind

His face gruesomely twisted by the heat and pain

Muscles aching; sweat pouring, blood dripping from his hands.

Driving himself to an early grave, nothing left to show his gain.

The grey hair that winds through the lovely braids

Of the grandmother, worrying and crying as she watches

Her grandson, the once straight “A” student, gently being laid

“To rest,” these words describe it best. For in life each waking

moment was used to study, work, playing ball, trying to get paid.

Ending so suddenly when someone viciously requested his jacket

In the blink of an eye, these plans he had been making

Are only mere thought, memory…Reflections.

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