Smeared Mirror
SMEARED MIRROR
Looking dead at me
in this smeared mirror...
a lost man
tormented
face red
brittle with tears
making excuses
abusing
as I glare
into the eyes of a monster with no conscience
and a demonstrative stare
a guilty reflection appears
in this prison cell of fear
longing for an escape
to wipe the mirror clear
who have I become?
what have I even done right?
crossroads appear sudden
as fog fills the mirror tonight
darkness owns the room
and prefers I suffer slow
so I proceed with speed
because it’s the only way I know
horror stories
flood life’s hard bound chapters
while this smeared mirror reflects tears
dripping from a face
which was once filled with laughter.
~JSLambert
© PoeTTreeZ Publishing
Copyright © Jslambert Mister Roboto | Year Posted 2014
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