Sometimes I look in the mirror
and say to myself:
“Whatever happened to you?
You used to be such a nice guy.”
Then, about a decade of memories slam into me
like a movie flashback montage,
and my reflection answers,
“Oh yeah. That’s why.”
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Author's Chapter Notes:
One day, I was digging through some of my old notes, I stumbled across this previously untitled poem:
Chapter End Notes:
-circa 2004
Admittedly, written during what was probably one of the darkest chapters of my life, a time I prefer not to dwell on, but every once in a while, you just have one of those days, you know?
Admittedly, written during what was probably one of the darkest chapters of my life, a time I prefer not to dwell on, but every once in a while, you just have one of those days, you know?