Reflections

This is certainly a contemporary sonnet and a troubling subject at best but... In the puddle of a storm where worms crawl and die, I see a face forlorn backed by troubled sky; squirming to escape the impending doom of light, I peer back at my fate and reflection of my plight. A life that was a lie - sold out from the start, leaving souls that writhe and twist and pull apart; too late for tears to fall then splash to mask it all...