Reflecting

I gaze into a pool of glass

And the reflection of my face

Stares not at me but through me

Lines of care on this worn facade

And eyes like haunted caves

Who is the man I look upon

What worries left the wrinkle

On his brow

And that forever stare

I think of all the things he carries

Empty burdens weighted down

With meaningless

Oh things of little worth

The structure of my bones,

Each piece a small illusion

Together forming the mirage

That fades away each time

I go searching for myself

My body aches

and every breath

I draw is a thousand eternities

The night air is filled with

The scent of longing

It trembles with

a violent whisper of despair

With hopeless yearning

I reflect upon this life

Above this pool

Of broken glass.

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