Smear'D Mirror

Looking Dead at me 
In this Smear’d Mirror
A Lost Man;
Tormented.
Face Red, Brittle and Tear’d.
Less Excuses
The Longer I stare.
Stress Abuses
My conscience with a glare.
A Guilty Reflection alerts me,
Prison is Fear
Longing for an Escape 
Plus answers to why I am Here.
Who have I become?
What have I Even done Right?
Crossroads appear suddenly,
As Fog fills the Mirror tonight.
The 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 Smear’d Mirror Reflects tears 
Dripping from a face
Which was once filled with Laughter. 

JS Lambert

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