The Mirror of Truth

The Mirror of Truth The face in the crowd worried me it was still but the eyes were aglow showing an intense hatred to no one, in particular, a man`s who dreams had been disturbed by reality; this is the way it is and he is a slave of the conventional and his lack of courage to break free a man who bullies himself and others, if not rescued his rage will turn violent. What bothers him is familiarity of the face he has seen it before somewhere was it on the surface of the lake so deep and silty those thoughts sink to the nethermost conscience; he has long denied the veracity is shocking, the face is a mirror image of him