Reflection

In my minds eye I see only my reflection A tired, withered man with no direction Walking tall But feeling small. Wrapped in christen shawl of a hang over My protection, my armor Fragile mask on a fragile face Hiding my eyes filled with disgrace Hooded stare Devil may care For the children’s stony glances I run a gauntlet of lost chances To a future with no dreams Nothing but a scream My friend To the end. My pathetic life after a bastard birth Never loved or wanted on this earth I keep asking why I continue to live and do not die Always alone No friends to phone. A sad lonely man with empty eyes Whose reflection is the only one to say goodbye