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.
Copyright © Jslambert Mister Roboto | Year Posted 2011
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