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