WHY IS IT MOST TIMES WHEN I LOOK INTO THE MIRROR I SEE A DEMON REFLECTING
WITH SUCH A CHILD-LIKE MENACING GRIN.
THOUGHTS OF LONG AGO, MANY NIGHTS AND MOONS PAST, AND LOVES LOST AMIDST
CHAOS OF OLD AGE APPROACHING.
WHY HAS IT BECOME THAT SORROWS DEEPEN WHILE JOYS ARE ALL BUT DISSIPATED
INTO CHARCOALED FRAGMENTS WHICH ARE ALMOST UNRECOGNIZABLE.
WITH TEARS DRIPPING I CAN FEEL THE FEAR
AS IT TIGHTENS IT'S GRIP UPON MY NECK
LIKE A RABID DOG THAT HAS NOT EATEN FOR DECADES.
EVERY BREATH THAT I MANAGE TO SQUEEZE OUT OR GASP IN SEEMS TO BRING ME
CLOSER TO THAT FINAL MOMENT - MY LAST CONFESSION.
THE DEMON ON THE OTHER SIDE IS STILL GRINNING, WORSE YET HE'S NOW
LAUGHING, LAUGHING AT THE TORMENT BESTOWED UPON MY WRETCHED SOUL.
AND EVEN THOUGH I SEE THINGS DIFFERENTLY NOW, MORE VIVID
IT'S STILL LIKE A RAINED UPON WINDOW THAT YOU JUST WIPE WITH THE PALM OF
YOUR HAND - LIFE'S MEANING TO ME IS STREAKED AT BEST.
AND I TRY TO STAND AND FACE MY DEMONS HEAD-ON,
OH GOD BELIEVE I TRY - BUT STILL IT SEEMS THAT RUNNING IS MY ONLY VIABLE
OPTION, MY ONLY REASON, MY ONLY SANITY, I HAVE BECOME A MASTER OF ESCAPE..
AND SO MUCH TIME HAS NOW DRIFTED BY WHILE I HAVE BEEN RUNNING AND THOUGH
THE EXHAUSTION HAS NOT EASED WEARING HEAVY ON MY TATTERED EXISTENCE I
STILL KEEP RUNNING AND NOW I AM SO FAR AHEAD
LIKE A SHIP ON THE EDGE OF LIFE'S HORIZON,
A SPECK OF DUST ON THE GREY CURTAIN WHICH IS LIFE,
THAT MY SOUL HAS NO TIME LEFT AT ALL, TO CATCH UP TO MY BEING, TO MY
REASON, TO MY SANITY .. AM I LOST FOREVER???? THE DEMON IN THE MIRROR
HOPES I AM...
