The Man in the Mirror
Here I stare upon the mirror.
with another unfamiliar face,
leering,
reminding me,
of all my past mistakes.
The man gazing back,
I don’t like.
The simple recognition,
of my position, finding only,
the pointed hatred,
calling me to pull down,
that belt,
to tighten,
to hang my head.
Never to find my next stand,
in this life again.
For I will never face the other again.
Never,
see you again.
Show me the crack to the darker shadow.
Cracks revealing sharper edges to deeper cuts.
Streams pooling into red rivers.
Plunging thoughts,
gushing,
to the last flutters of my heart.
Train tracks that should have never been crossed.
oooh noooo.
The bottomless pits of the next drowning thoughts.
Sipping upon grave inhibitions,
into a hole dug.
Here I stand,
looking into the empty mirror,
waiting for the tides,
to wash me away.
I no longer want to look,
at the man in the mirror.
He can’t be the man,
I want to be.