A Haunted Man

I look into the mirror,

and what do I see?

A haunted man,

and that is me.

 

The dark circled eyes,

the gaunt and ghostly face,

a haunted man,

who cannot wait until he

dies.

 

A reflection of all the hurt

and pain,

a haunted man,

who has crumbled under stress

and strain.

 

I look into the mirror,

and what do I see?

A haunted man,

and that is me.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Repost of old poem.

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