Stranger
I stare into my bedroom mirror,
A man is staring back
His stare pounds my brain
Leaving me with nothing but pain
His skin calloused and wrinkled
Eyes tear filled
A man who was once thrilled
His smile now killed
No longer feels his life is fulfilled
Darkness surrounds him
Turning his life grim
The lights begin to dim
It was in that time
That I realized I was him
But it was too late
My life became out of date.
This poem is about:
Me