Now and Then

A dark look in the mirror.

Now and Then

 

Every now and then

When I look within

The mirror of my souls left wanting

What reflections I find

As I meander my mind

Are recollections of ghosts still haunting

 

Why I buried my dead

In the past was to shed

The present of unpleasant recollections

For the mirror masked the lies

When viewed with blind eyes

Reflects the face of false circumspection

 

Chagrin had I known

What bitter harvest I'd sown

Planted deep with addictive carnal pollen

But my real demon seed

Was a shallow selfish need

Buried deep with the corpse of the fallen

 

For the truth will not stop

Until the harvests bitter crop

Exhumes at the tomb of abandonment

But my real ghostly bane

Was a penchant pride of shame

Where the grave paid the price of atonement

 

So no unabashed repentance

Grants a pardon from this sentence

Guilt is mine, for all time, by my hand

And in that malignant mirror I see

A man stares back at me

Wipes his eyes, as he cries, now and then…

Author's Note

Just another attempt to exorcise the demons that plague my soul