Soul Bereft

aging

I need to overcome this terrible sin of vanity.  However, it’s difficult to grow old and admit it.

Today I saw time change my face

His bitter hand reached out and placed

An unfamiliar look on me

I’m not the girl I used to be

I hate the mirror on my wall

She left me feeling oh so small

A fist to crush my vanity

It took the breath right out of me

How to escape this painful dread

Run from the thoughts inside my head

Can I dare look my face again

Will I be there amid the rain

Of tears and fears and sad regret

Of moments missed and haven’t yet

Time took away with sudden rush

My lovely dreams yet in the hush

Of quiet hour he came and left

His stark remains a soul bereft

©Kay Salady

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About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on January 24, 2012, in poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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