I think this poem, written about five days ago is pretty self-explanatory!
A study of my face The face in the mirror Is becoming strange to me Not because of the lines that come with age or the wintering of my hair. I can see it in my eyes those cataract glazed lenses seeing less of the world and more of me. A quickness to anger unresolved PTSD and too little optimism. I am becoming hardened more insular as trust takes loner and ill deeds register more accurately, quicker. I don't think I can maintain the ruse: smile, even if it will make you feel better.
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Losing ourselves in insularity is pretty common in our pandemic era. Thank you for sharing.