Tearful
Here I stand behind my smiling face
Perplexed by every breath I take
Facing my bad choices in the eyes
Wondering what worthiness could be wrought from its creases
What elixir of enlightenment is to be gained
Through each tear I pour out my heart
Head bowed low to avoid any chance
Of seeing the disappointment etched in his expression
This condescending reflection of my own bad judgment
Whose disdainful eyes pierce my chest
As he surveys the wreck in front of him
Entombed by emotion fearing sleep, poor child
I turn to sleep
Pulling the covers over my dreams
Plagued by indomitable visions of days long passed
When I knew this stranger
And more importantly when he knew me
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