Fear I fear this woman as she sits in the old wooden rocking chair Swaying back and forth, The wrinkled vessel cradled in its solemn arms. She grins to reveal a gleaming row of yellow stained teeth Her face soon changes now, A wrinkled crooked smile to hide a crooked soul. I fear this woman, the smoke of sins envelopes her Consumes her whole She gazes at the clock above her head Although time has no bearing on her anymore, It meant something to her once upon a time Like the fairytales her mother used to tell. The hands of time stretch out to reach the frail old woman They begin to choke her essence A tight suffocating grip accompanied by a whisper in the winds Beckoning the end of days She was young once a wasted #life she let slip away One day, one day soon her black soul will become part of the winds. I fear this woman I mourn her #life, her chosen path I fear this woman As she gazes in the mirror A tired wrinkled face gazes back at me I fear this reflection but most of all I fear this woman as she is me.