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
Copyright © Colin Marschall | Year Posted 2006
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