Man in the Mirror
Go look at the sick pale face in the mirror;
how loathsome the face seems to appear
Look at him for long and look very closely;
you will find quietly lurking, a passive fear
Of failed dreams and victorious nightmares;
of a life utterly failed, loss of all that is dear
Go talk to the dark still face in the mirror;
how passive and how ugly is the aggression
Talk to him for long and listen with patience;
you will hear the words, the ugly question
From where did he come, where will he go;
his words speak of a dark cold depression
The man hates him, the devil in the mirror;
he has always done so, the tireless disgust
He is disgusted by what the man has become;
no principles, no morality and the lack of trust
He is offended by what the man has chosen;
a chaos of scorching wind and blinding dust
He is disappointed in him, the clown in the mirror;
he has lost hope in a miracle, a last resurrection
He sees the man devastating himself deliberately;
he is dissolving fast, an intentional self-dissection
He sees the man scattering with the gusts of time;
out of spite, self-loathing, dejection and rejection
He questions him, the silent man in the mirror;
‘Do you really have to go? There isn’t another way?’
Staying is no longer an option I can really choose;
the sky is over cast, the clouds are heavy and grey
I have to go from where I once came by an error;
there shouldn’t be any hesitation, no more delay
He calls to him, the dissolving man in the mirror;
‘What of those who still need you to stay longer?’
No one is indispensable and wants are not needs;
the absence will hurt but will make them stronger
I myself have lived liked this, survived for this long;
they’ll live too, there’s no fear they can’t conquer