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short poem reflecting on changes seen in the mirror with the passage of time

What...has become of me?

There are so many lines and creases and big pores

Where there was once fair and flawless skin

Scars and age lines are almost the same thing

Badges of time and pain that go hand-in-hand

But these stormy grey eyes still look the same

Cold and dead and without love

Full of remorse and hatred and scorn

Masked behind a calm sea on a cloudy night

When will I know peace?

Author's Note

I think I would actually like to expand on this one day.