Stand in the future
Stare at the past
Fear at the inevitable
Quake at its coming

The pain of your demise
Pales at the compare
It feels of the world
But is overshadowed

The obstinate foe
Is overtaking your sorrow
It's there, everpresent
Never to be taken lightly

Like a mind-guard
It stares you in your face
Like the man in the mirror,
Waiting for your move

Because you have realized
It is nothing of the supernatural
But something so real, it is feared
It is your grimace, staring back