I sit here with my reflection staring back at me.
I don't recognize my smile even if I can see.
Beaming light, no longer putting me at ease.
People say change is a breeze.
A phantom haunts my reflection,
With my face a ghostly complexion.
The man staring back, with no perfection.
Sunken eyes, and permanent tears, a face full of rejection.
I want to break the glass,
Never to see the ghost's mask.
Trickling down, a fear that can't be surpassed.
An empty broken flask.
A looming hand over my shoulder should pass.
Brash words bring me back.
A world with no fear now turned black.
Pity from faces,
Never knowing my stasis.
Sporadic frenzies of displacement,
and I seem to be so complacent.
I still search for gentle words from a replacement,
Saying I no longer have to be incompetent.
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Book of Poetry
PoetryI once had a best friend and we've been friends for many years. However, he left me and disappeared from my life. The poems I write are usually about him. I was able to cope by writing those poems. With that, I wanted to help other people with them...
