I think I had posted this before, but I cant seem to find it on this sub-forum. so posting it again... Misty Mirror A dark scrawny face stared at me. Scathed by sins, burdened by crimes, paralyzed by fear, wrinkled by age, staring at me with wondrous gaze. The face had no sorrow, only shame, having played life like a game. All pleasures once belonged to the face, but was only left with utter disgrace. I saw repentance in its eyes, and that couldn’t be hidden by disguise. It wanted to live life all over again, but had nothing left but pain. The mist began to clear out of my mind’s mirror. Realization was like thunder in the sky. I fell to my knees, and began to cry.