• I stare at the mirror and I see a change,
    The person looking back at me seems so strange.
    I fail to pull my eyes away, all I can think is "zounds"
    I utter a word and force a laugh, but I dont recognise the sounds.
    For someone like me who has always been revered,
    I stand in front of the mirror now bewildered,
    For I, as my true self, hath been expunged.

    Nothing now is as was before,
    What happened to my candour,
    My trust is no more.
    I tried to be great, but I now feel inane.
    I was calm when the rest of the world was insane.
    Now the tables have turned and Im the one full of vanity,
    With vehemence, I have crushed my humility.
    I do not feel bad about it either, and at a quick glance,
    You surely, will see my petulance.

    Fastidious to the idiosyncrasies of man,
    Totally reluctant to the staement "Yes I Can!"
    A fallen Angel I am, from this day and all through tomorrow,
    For the endearment of many shall not heal this sorrow.
    I have suffered to much to forgive another soul,
    So forget about peace now that I am within this dark hole.

    The gift of Fortitude shall strenghten the brave,
    And You, who shall be weak, once I am laid down for good in My grave...

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