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whats in the mirror and whats in my eyes

remorse, doubt wounded pride and a whole loft

of lies

crying is a criticism dealt to a deflated ego

long since slapped down

sediments of an old smile are painted on this

formidable face like that of a has been clown

in my own vested view why I am dead in the water

where I have yet to even drown

I'm caught between the terror found in silence

and the foxy fortitude of a frown

tell me just where is it written a man must always

stand erect to take his deserved blows

in my mad mind of dull, empty memories all I see are

rows and rows

of what?

who knows

not a soul but GOD and I

surely one mistake is worth at least one good cry

the pain increases as it slowly grows

I purposely close my salty wet eyes

now I can no longer look freely

into a mirror that's tempered wise..........

( written Sept 20,1992 am)