The Mirror

When I look into the mirror
I don't know who it is I see
For the person looking through it
Couldn't possibly be me
I

Sadly as we age, some must face one tragedy,
no matter how many times begged on wounded knee.
The past is gone and (therefore)

Anathema

Loathing Creature that I am

Once more do I descend

Faraway from that which I offend

To a lonely place upon this earth

I

Here in this darkness
It's here I silently hide
While alone I sit in silence
I lose sight of all that's mine.

Trapped in this

Tempted and tried we often wander,

How life has given us agonizing pains,

Raging war on every unconquered shore,

Unquenched