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Reflection Pool

A poem, inverse

Startling is the person who, under duress, squirms

Darkly Writhing in rage, lashing out at the hands that feed

Such words now spoken, unveil sin in no uncertain terms

Doing nothing, save seeking to forget some broken creed

They look in the pond and there is that face

The pond looks at them and they cannot hands its grace

Depraved under its placid gaze they are reminded their deed

Such calmness, the truth it affirms

Dunk they head into the water indeed

So is the only way to drown out the worms