I see a man
his face,
hidden behind a mask,
a persona perhaps
I watch him shiver,
as if it were winter cold,
yet the warm sun blazes ahead..
reaching out my hand the man takes hold
i feel a strange look creep across my face
for his hand feels lifeless and dead
the man's head tilts sideways
as i dare to pear into his lost eyes,
realizing his mask is drenched in tear stains.
i take a step back because in that moment
i felt the man's pain.
my mouth opens to speak to him,
though no words come out
the man turns away as i scream and shout,
but nothing is heard..
and as the man slaunders off into the darkness
i notice something odd,
and yet vagely familiar..
slowly opening my eyes,
i see a reflection of me.. staring back in the mirror.
