New years Eve, Looking, Not Seeing. (Revised & Completed).

 I look into the mirror,

My old face stares back at me

Mocking who I think I am;

Yet the boy I was still haunts my hopes

Swimming wildly out to sea,

Then reluctantly returning.

Through my heart dark clouds are drifting,

But a single rose still blooms tonight

In the chill depths of my garden.

I rarely go out into the garden,

Its like a foreign country to me;

I no longer understand who I think I am.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter.

31st. December 2021. - 14th. January 2022.