lostpoet

lost

i found myself in the looking glass
i saw my fathers face
i saw a horrible man
had i become him

i drank, beer
I slept with women
and traveled the world
and slept with more women

i indeed become him,

but then the glass broke
and i utter into the fraction

mirror mirror on the wall
am i that man i saw

silence not a sound
I picked up a shard
and my hand began to bleed
my eyes began to weep
tears fell into my wound
the cut ran deep
the salty tears did burn

not anymore
the glass replied
you feel, you weep
you love
the man in the glass
felt nothing
and here you bleed
for truth

i stood
and my lover grabbed my shoulder
you will never be like him
she said