Love Poem: Smeared Mirror

Smeared Mirror

SMEARED MIRROR

Looking dead at me 
in this smeared mirror...

a lost man
tormented 
face red
brittle with tears

making excuses 
abusing
as I glare
into the eyes of a monster with no conscience 
and a demonstrative stare

a guilty reflection appears
in this prison cell of  fear
longing for an escape 
to wipe the mirror clear

who have I become? 
what have I even done right?

crossroads appear sudden 
as fog fills the mirror tonight

darkness owns the room
and prefers I suffer slow
so I proceed with speed 
because it’s the only way I know

horror stories
flood life’s hard bound chapters 
while this smeared mirror reflects tears
dripping from a face 
which was once filled with laughter.

~JSLambert 
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