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Poem is © Greg Martin

Staring into the night
You loose control
Of who you are,
Of what you are…

Like looking to a mirror
You see what you have become
And shudder, looking
At what your face has become

It’s hollowed out
Deep impressions of hurt
Deep impressions of life
Such deep lines…

You wonder why…
Why’ve you grown like this
And then you think…
And it becomes clear…