A Shattered Man

As I watch the shattered man
an eeire feeling emerges from deep within
my asspirations and desires could swiftly wilt like his
my valued life could come to an abrupt end

how did his soul die in his skin
did he not treasure a dream called life
his arm bends cuz of the heavy heart attached to it
what does he bare in his heart rather than strife

I see him ache and smile fondly
as he lies hopelessly dead
mouth close eyes glistening hands frozen shut
a bizarre ? rises in my head

How Do I See This Looking In the Mirror?