Late Night Mirror

Be it day or night

Regardless of mood

I always seem to brood

Try as I might

Thoughts of wasted opportunities

And a misspent youth

Haunt me as a simple truth

The face in the mirror I see

 

Is not the face I recognize

Its the face of dreams forgotten

Of hopes forsaken

Still I realize

There’s little left to say

and far less reason to stay

 

Yet here I remain

Despite my pain

In spite of it

In fact it’s why I exist

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