I look in the mirror,
but what do I see?
An empty reflection;
the face of a man
with a withered heart
and the eyes
of a cold soul.
Indifferent,
my mind sinks deep
into the mercury pool,
and I become that man.
Hopeless.
The man I've become,
that I am,
angers me.
Frightens me.
Is this me?
What war has time waged against me,
that I know not
my own self?
What experiences
have caused this man before me
to be a stranger?
My heart fails me,
and I can no longer stare
into this empty mirror.
~Sean D'Entremont