Smeared Mirror

Looking dead at me in this smeared mirror... a lost man tormented; face red, brittle and teared less excuses longer I stare stress abuses my conscience with a glare a guilty reflection alerts me, "this prison is my fear" longing for an escape and answers to why I’m still here who have I become? what have I done right? crossroads appear suddenly as fog fills the mirror tonight darkness owning the room, prefers I suffer slow so I proceed with speed because it’s the only way I know tasteless stories flood my life’s hard bound chapters while this smeared mirror reflects tears dripping from a face which was once filled with laughter.

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Marvel Godwyn

Date: 6/17/2011 8:33:00 AM

This is gripping joseph and i thank you for stopping to read my poem and for your heartwarming comment i really appreciate.

Michelle Mac Donald

Date: 3/22/2011 4:04:00 PM

Hi Joseph! A profound introspection, I find your presence here to be a blessing. Sorry I messed up with Mr Glad. I reread it the day after and found I'd been a fool. Must have been a product of my listing conscience. Anyhow, I wish you the best! Mikki

Carol Sunshine Brown

Date: 3/16/2011 11:16:00 AM

I am stopping by today to say a special Thank You for your kind comments Joseph. Have a wonderful day. Love, Carol

Linda-Marie Sweetheart

Date: 3/13/2011 8:51:00 AM

A truthful introspection Joseph and one so meaningful to so many who will read this excellent write.. your revision is more poignant and powerful in intensity luv.. happy Sunday..

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 3/12/2011 12:28:00 PM

Although many will relate to your words, Joseph, I feel like you wrote this just for me. It describes how I feel sometimes. I don't even like to look in the mirror anymore. Wish it would fog over forever. Very touching poem! Love, Carolyn