Concealing the Past
He stares in the mirror,
Watching his face change,
Not knowing who he is anymore,
Betrayed by everyone,
That he believed once cared for him.
He feels like a beast inside,
Past shrouded in mystery,
Details of his future yet unknown,
Trying to avoid his past mistakes,
And in the end,
He ultimately fails miserably.
The fear in his eyes stare back at him,
Feeling the violent urges burning,
Like a viscous torrent of fire,
Wanting to scorch, the existence of life,
And all of those forgotten sins.
A face hidden beneath a dark mask,
Of lost inhibitions,
Dark desires of endearment,
Plagued by the very heart,
That once felt passion for another.
His mind wanders through time and space,
Never quite knowing a place to call home,
A place to survive from the storm,
Or even the beat of all those lonely hearts,
When the suns warmth,
Brushes his cold cheeks.
He's stained from the wounds,
That scar more than just his flesh,
Rigid ones that dwell within his being,
And now he stands before the mirror,
Concealing the past.
Copyright © Robert Needles | Year Posted 2012
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